hold my hand and we can jump straight into the cold unloving sea
The ACOTAR Curse
ACOTAR, or A Court of Thorns and Roses, by Sarah J Maas, is easily one of the more controversial books I have seen. I have never seen a series or author that has as many ardent fans or anti-stans. On one hand, you have people who will overlook every problem with the book. On the other, you have people who hate it with a passion and go out of their way to let people know they hate it. I mean, part of it is understandable--this is the series that spawned the 'soap dick' controversy, it is massive. But that's not what I want to talk about today.
City of Stars
This is the City of Stars. Here, the men and women and children rise at dusk and sleep at sunrise. They eat stardust and play with the falling stars. Melodic spirals dot the horizon and wind chimes tinkle in the breeze.
City of Nightmares
When you wake up from your dream Shaking and screaming from your nightmares Screaming at the gods to show their faces The Japanese spirits, the Norse gods
When Being a Good Man is Not Enough
On the first night of Freshers, my roommate and I walked home with 3 men. Although I can now say with conviction that they are good men, at the time they were strangers to us, people we had met a few hours prior.
Measure Twice, Cut Once
I grew up with what can be best described as early nineteenth century ideals. I learnt how to cook and clean early on and went through all the expectations one might find at a finishing school of yesteryear--I learnt to walk with books on my head, the proper mannerisms of how one should eat and act, and of course, how to sew and embroider.
I Don't Really Want To Come Out of the Closet
I am in the crux of Millenials and Gen Z, the years that nobody wants. I grew up aware of the internet but rarely using it until my teens and have a childhood more similar to later Millenials. But I use the lingo of Gen Z, I understand their trends, I have the university experience of Gen Z the way that most of my classmates were Gen Z.
Affirmations for Monday, June 7
My worth is not determined by how many friends I have, or how I choose to spend my day. My worth is not determined by how much I make or whether my potential is fulfilled to the degree that others would like it to be.
The Children of Urla
In the town of Urla, mothers do not kiss their daughters and fathers do not kiss their sons. Generations have passed where a child grows up craving the softness of their parents' love and have been fearfully shunned instead.