Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing. -Once Upon A TimeI’m sick of people looking down on YA novels because they’re for “silly teens”. It sucks to grow up in a place where the government does nothing for you, everything revolves around money, and people keep telling you that it’s impossible to get jobs and the economy sucks, and then when you try to find a place to forget about all that, a safe haven from the suckiness that is reality, you’re told that it’s silly and dumb. Maybe when they—and when I say they, I mean anyone who looks down on anyone for reading YA, or even books in general—Maybe when they think “Oh, another dystopian novel” they don’t realize that these stories with bleak views of the world are not so different than the way we see our own world. And when they say “Oh, another cheesy teenie-bopper love story” they don’t realize that the romance behind the story is the representation of hope that these people refuse to give us in real life. (And also—who are they to judge TFIOS as “another teenie-bopper movie”. Like, stop being a condescending judgmental jerkface. AUGUSTUS DIES, ASSHATS. Teenagers are a little bit more complex than you’d like to think.) Where else are we supposed to find other teens like ourselves who find a way to transcend their barriers? Other people see a depressing dystopian world, I see someone ordinary like me being extraordinary. So excuse me if I’d like to think I’m not stuck in a craphole. Excuse me for having an imagination. I’m not looking for Dickens prose or Spielberg cinema, I’m looking for a story that makes me happy. People can trash my books, trash my movies, call them stupid or silly or a waste of time. But at least they’re giving me hope, unlike the real world.
life is all about tough decisions
getting enough sleep or staying on the internet
Michael & Luke @ itunes festival
Louis for You & I Fragance
"and we didn’t talk after that" is probably the saddest thing to say
the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
the true american experience is wondering if you just heard firecrackers or gunshots
PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS A JOKE
bonus points: both are illegal in your state and you still cannot tell
I think my parents consider me to be a god. Because they always ask me ridiculous questions that I don’t have the answer to.