Dakota's Blog

One day I'll forgive myself for all the years I wasted!!! But today I think I'm going to lay down in my bed and torture myself with it

so cool but also so annoying how everything is literally just. connected. Literally everything.

the nostalgia of living in your hometown as an adult can really make you sick. your childhood doesn’t exist anymore yet you can see it all around you all the time

i’m tired and want something beautiful and big to happen to me

Maybe, maybe if you could just show yourself one ounce of compassion,

i wish appearance was just this completely neutral thing to everybody. i wish i had never once looked in a mirror or a camera or even had a singular thought about my face and body. i know i’d be an entirely different person if i had been raised without that internal shame or without the pressure to self scrutinise 

what is it about getting older that makes every interaction feel so fucking sentimental? like saying goodbye to people used to just be a “see you around” sort of thing, and now it’s a whole declaration of love for the person and the position they’ve held in my life condensed into a hug or a “take care of yourself” 

tired of the whole movement that’s people saying ’i read 200 books in a year’ and reading as a means of boasting and hardcover books being bought and never read after the instagram picture and most booktubers reading and recommending the same books and poorly written books selling fast because they have pretty covers and tropes people like and authors on twitter being afraid to say anything serious out of fear of being divisive and the whole let people enjoy things dialogue every time someone expresses that they think something is written shittily as is their god given right to form an opinion as a reader without randos on the internet taking it personally because OMG someone else didn’t agree that this book is good!? TIME TO ESCALATE THINGS TO RIDICULOUS LEVELS 😤😤😤 and also i’m tired of book influencers setting up this false dichotomy between victorian classics or modern pulpy romcoms while vastly ignoring the existence of classics written by people of colour and people from non first world countries

“how to read more” “how to read faster” “how to read daily” STOP STOP stop STOP this is not a competition. read slowly, read when you’re in the right state of mind, really savour it, read for pleasure, read for yourself. don’t read for performance, stats or to compare yourself to others