This is your daily reminder that self-indulgence can be a form of self-care.
That ‘because it makes me feel better’ is a completely valid reason to do something.
That if something makes you happy then it is not pointless or a waste of time.
That if doing something makes you feel better then it is not something that is unproductive to do.
And that doing things that make you feel okay is just as important as anything else.
(Source: theraptorwhomurderedlove, via mindovermatterzine)
As a child, I read because books–violent and not, blasphemous and not, terrifying and not–were the most loving and trustworthy things in my life. I read widely, and loved plenty of the classics so, yes, I recognized the domestic terrors faced by Louisa May Alcott’s March sisters. But I became the kid chased by werewolves, vampires, and evil clowns in Stephen King’s books. I read books about monsters and monstrous things, often written with monstrous language, because they taught me how to battle the real monsters in my life.
And now I write books for teenagers because I vividly remember what it felt like to be a teen facing everyday and epic dangers. I don’t write to protect them. It’s far too late for that. I write to give them weapons–in the form of words and ideas-that will help them fight their monsters. I write in blood because I remember what it felt like to bleed.
"(Source: thefirstgentleman, via firstfairytale)
