“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.”
— T.S Eliot
“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite…”
— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
“We accept the love we think we deserve”

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. 

To me, this quote is the bitter pill in a novel of genius. It couldn’t be more true. We spend our lives believing that what we see is what we get, that sometimes, this is as good as it is ever going to be. That love is a fairytale, and there is no point in reaching for anything better because it just doesn’t exist. 

To an extent, I agree. But then, when I met my boyfriend, I didn’t feel I deserved his love because he is so much better than me. He’s understanding and patient. I may be those things too, but I stress and panic and worry. Yet he puts up with that. And he still loves me. If I had accepted he was too good, and found someone else, I’d be miserable. But I’m with someone better, and for it, I am becoming a better person too. Because he makes me better. This statement goes to show that we could be so much more if we just took chances and aimed for better. Because deep down, we know we deserve to be happy.

This novel was one of the most beautiful books I have ever read. I read it about three months before the film came out, and I realised that it isn’t just a coming of age story that we can laugh or cry at. It’s a novel of truth and honesty about the real world. My boyfriend tells me I’m crazy for wanting to get into the working life because ‘it all goes downhill from here’. But that’s not true. Wasn’t it Proust who said that he was more miserable in his later, happier years simply because he wasn’t learning anything? The more we experience, the better people we become of it, and that is what Perks makes me feel. 

Times can be bad. We may be in a bad mood, having a bad day, or just feeling rubbish. But, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. The underdog always wins in the end, and you just have to make the most of it. Enjoy life, and be good to yourself :)

“I miss that town, I miss the faces. You can’t erase, you can’t replace it. I miss it now, I can’t believe it. So hard to stay, too hard to leave it”
Photograph, Nickelback
“Bury all your secrets in my skin. Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins. The air around me still feels like a cage. And love is just a camouflage, for what resembles rage again…”
Snuff, Slipknot
“We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, ‘Oh, nothing!’ Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts- not to hurt others.”
— George Eliot, Middlemarch

Just BACK OFF!!!!!!!!!!

My housemate really pisses me off sometimes. Just because you like somebody doesn’t mean they are not a patronising twat to me, who doesn’t bother organising a joint session for uni with me, or that he cancelled the session, or anything at all. Just because you have known him longer does not make him a nice or good person. AND just because you disagree with everything I say because you are a fucking jock who is a boastful, laddish dickhead does not mean I am able to stand back, laugh at your pathetic videos that aren’t that funny or amusing, or just sink below you. 

DO NOT ASSUME I AM UNINTELLIGENT OR WEAK, OR JUDGEMENTAL FOR NO REASON. I JUDGE WHEN PEOPLE GIVE ME A REASON TO, WHEN THEY ARE HIDEOUS. LIKE YOU RIGHT NOW. STOP BEING A DICK, AND LEARN THAT HUMANS DO NOT GET ON WITH EVERYONE, AND THAT I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE TOLD WHEN A SESSION I AM ORGANISING HAS BEEN CANCELLED. AND DO NOT ASSUME THAT PEOPLE ARE NOT PATRONISING BECAUSE THEY AREN’T TO YOU BECAUSE EVERYBODY IS DIFFERENT. GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF AND GO TO YOUR FUCKING JOCK FRIENDS WHERE YOU CAN BE LADDISH AND UNFUNNY ABOUT THINGS THAT NO ONE ELSE CARES ABOUT. 

My sister in Rhodos. She has such lovely eyes 

“Love was kind, for a time. Now just aches, and it makes me blind. This mirrors haunts, my eyes too bright, that I can’t see the others in my life..”
— ‘Lovers’ Eyes’, Mumford and Sons, Babel