People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.
I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.
I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.
There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me
welcome to finals week… main goal? focus and do your best, it’s you against the world.
sun and moon, france, 15th century
what is your eye color. what is your favorite color. what is the color that appears most frequently in your wardrobe. what color is your favorite blanket. what color is your water bottle.
The fourth little pig built his house out of wolf skulls. It wasn’t very sturdy, but it sent a message.
I kinda wanna be the girl who does things. Like she goes to class, she studies, she does research, she volunteers, she exercises, she cooks, she consumes media, she's INFINITELY POWERFUL-
i don't want to be smart, i want to be brilliant
ahaha does anyone else find it funny when your family tells everyone about how much you like to read and base everything off of books you loved when you were in middle school so you feel obligated to read so you read like 72 books within the span of three months during the summer before 8th grade and now you're a sophomore in high school and have only brought yourself to read like ten books since then bc you burned yourself out so hard that you lost a literal part of you? cause i think its super funny.
"My Family and Other Animals" - Gerald Durrell
Learn to love reading and research I promise you’ll never be bored again
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