My parents believe that I’m the only teenager that: is lazy, stays up late, has a messy room, lives on their laptop & is constantly texting.
I had been raised as a musician, but I was surrounded by artists. I’d once seen a sculpture that was hundreds of years old of an athlete throwing a disk. I’d thought to myself at the time that only an artist could do that, make someone’s body look so beautiful. Maxon’s chest was as sculpted as any piece of art I’d ever seen.
- me: do i have enough time to read these books?
- me: no
- me: *buys books*
My darling, you are allowed to fail without being a failure. You are allowed to make mistakes without becoming one. More opportunities will present themselves, you will find hope again.
this is such a lovely thing to say to somebody. I think, even if someone had said this to me in my mid-teens, I wouldn’t have been able , in the various states I was in, to properly absorb the sense of it . Nice to read it now and to be able to really feel the truth of it.