I am not well. I think I am in a bad place right now.
I have decided to stop blogging until I recover. This blog is very dear to me because it is a collection of many things I love. It is a place where I am inspired and I have never thought of maintaining this blog as a hassle or something I had to do grudgingly.
Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts and stories with me since I started blogging in 2012. Thank you in advance for your best wishes for me.
You’re the person whose dog dies and you refuse to get a new one. You’re the one that is like, “I had a dog! My dog was great! I don’t want a new dog!”
I laughed when my friend said this to me, but the joke stayed in my mind. It was funny because it’s true and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
I’ve realized that I am someone who has a hard time moving on. I’m not sure why I am so fixated on the past. My present is wonderful and my future still looks bright, but nothing is as appealing as the idea of going back to my happiness from the past. And while there’s nothing wrong with taking a stroll down memory lane, I always forget that I no longer live there anymore.
I’d like to believe that I am an optimistic person, but the reality is that I’m more pessimistic than most people think. Sometimes, morbid and depressing thoughts just enter my mind and instead of reacting with: Well it doesn’t have to be this way! or Look at the bright side! I just solemnly agree in silence.
A Thousand Pieces of You by Claudia Gray is a book about Marguerite, daughter of two scientists, who travels through multiple dimensions to avenge her father’s death.
By multiple dimensions, we mean parallel universes and there’s an infinity of them. There’s a universe where technology is advanced 50 years ahead, where you embarked on a different career choice, where you were never born, where Hitler won WWII, the list goes on and on. Every little crossroad for every individual, every factor that could’ve created a different life, a different world, is a different dimension and it’s all happening at the same time your dimension is running.
Interesting stuff, right? This post isn’t really a book review, because the most interesting idea I got from reading this book was about the existence of fate.
Sometimes I feel like my biggest life struggle is a never ending mission to like myself.
My life motto is to always strive to be a better person – smarter, kinder – the type of person I want to be best friends with, but every time I think I reach that point, something dark inside me pulls me back and makes me think that I am not smart or kind or good.
Behind Closed Doors by B.A. Paris is a thriller on domestic abuse.
Jack and Grace are the perfect couple. They live in a beautiful house, have beautiful vacation photos, and are beautiful people – Jack is a brilliant lawyer for battered women who has never lost a case before and Grace is the graceful wife who can paint, garden, and cook elaborate dinners. The two are excited to have Grace’s little sister, Millie, live with them after she finishes school despite Millie having down syndrome and requiring extra care.
Yes, Jack wants very dearly for Millie to live with them soon. Not necessarily because he has a beautiful heart too, mostly because he’s a psychopathic bastard.
… it’s a shame he’s such a sadistic bastard, because he has wonderful manners.
Lies We Tell Ourselves by Robin Talley is a love story between two highschoolers during the 60’s integration movement. Sarah Dunbar is an intelligent and musically talented girl and is one of the first black students to attend a previously all-white school in Virginia. Linda Hairston is a strong believer in segregation, as taught by her father, who is an influential writer. The two fall for each other.
My first thought – interracial couple and lesbians? How much conflict can this little novel pack in? Continue reading →