Kagehina is the owner of my heart. Also this is gorgeous
I’m still on the seventh novel, I started reading it on march, and had to stop, bc life, and recently I had the chance to end the pause, but I felt so guilty for not reading in the past months, so I took it as an excuse to start again from the very first book, best decision ever
This is officially my yapping corner
I was also really inspired to start rambling, because I’ve been rewatching Anne with an E, and it unveiled a scar I didn’t even knew I had. And it’s the scar of barely verbalizing
I couldn’t fathom that the way I wanted to express myself was already existing in other people. Something always felt incomplete. I feel kind of ashamed as im writing this, and I know all ideas are also half-baked. But well, I just want to get used to write even more in any sort of space
It wasn’t until I was halfway through my art degree that I found trouble with this, and it wasn’t just that I felt as if I couldn’t express myself in media, it was that I never expressed myself completely in any kind of way. I mentioned that this happened in art school, bc up until that point-
From the moment I started using social media, it was always by friend requests or smthng. I just want to ramble here, because I always felt, idk if judged is the word. In any case it was this coherent construction virtual image alongside my “real” image
Me, I just got here 👀