Abby C

Love necessarily involves exposure and damage. But another word for damage might be change, or expansion. Falling in love with someone’s style is not the same thing as believing it’s the one most compatible to yours. It’s more frustrating than that, and more magical.

I used to believe that you should love someone for who they are. I still believe that, but with the caveat that I think that you should also love how they handle things . Is the distinction meaningful?

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited

And what are you meant to internalise and be inspired by if not just the desire to assimilate if all you’re seeing is repetition?

There is no fantasy there. And if you’re not being exposed to the lengths of fantasy, how is that stifling your self-discovery?

We were hunters and gatherers. Being a teenager means you’re desperately trying to be understood and to find yourself.

Falling victim to comparison is not the same thing as picturing yourself inside of a daydream

Fantasy and imagination are the most potent drugs

But isn’t this exactly what Orwell warned us about — the erosion of critical thought beneath the weight of collective compliance? Isn’t this what Bradbury feared, that in the pursuit of comfort, we would stop asking questions altogether? The most radical thing we can do is to question what we are told, even when the answers unsettle us. Especially... See more