i measure books i love by the amount of pages i underline and dog ear - the epiphanies in this are really tender and human. “i can look back on that time now as if rereading a book i was too young for the first time around”
if there’s a sad asian girl book ill read it and this one was stunning and crushed my heart with its relatability. short stories w protagonists managing their lack of self worth, feeling undesirable, being around white ppl, feeling weird as fuck in america, etc.
Do I find myself being a reply guy sometimes? Yes. Does it brings me joy whenever my friends or someone unexpected replied to my stories? Yes. Would you still reply to their stuff if you genuinely don’t give a shit and they uninterest you but not to the level you mute their content? No. So why not? We talk down ourselves so often let me lift you up , one “hell yeah” “LFG” at a time
There’s something special and beautiful about documenting the moment your friends shine the most. When they’re pouring their heart and soul making something a reality for them and you’re there to capture every moment around them.
