Carolyn Joyce

my mom introduced Signed, Sealed, and Delivered to me as a cheesy feel good Hallmark. I stayed for all the autistic coded characters.

Uptown Girl is Bobby Jones singing about Frankie Derwent thank you very much.

I love that us MiddleGen (late 90s-early 00s) kids were so messed up we really singlehandedly reshaped the view of therapy into a social norm. Like in my early teen years if someone went to therapy it was still a *whisperingbehindtheirback* they have a therapist?? Are they okay?? kinda situation and I'm only 19 now but when I hear someone mention their therapist it's like them having, idk, the newest iPhone, like--"oh sweet I wish I could afford one of those it'd be nice for me but I guess I don't really need one."

The true test of the emotional intensity of a narrative is whether it still gets you when you already know what's coming (someone's told you or you've already read/seen/listened to it before). Movies that were spoiled for you that still hit you like a ton of bricks when that spoiled plot twist comes around. Books that still make you flick through the pages with bated breath on your fourth time reading them. Songs you know all the words to but can't quite sing cause they always choke you up. Because at that point it's not what happened that stirs your gut; it's how you're told what happened.

*makes pinterest mood boards for my novels instead of actually writing them*