Status Updates From Tres veranos

two thoughts rush through me while nearing the end of these pages:

to think that tomorrow could be the best day you will experience is reason enough to wake up in the morning

and not all loves are meant to last forever, yet it is a gift to feel them for however long it is they are there for

both remind me to accept that there is no control and it is ok to let go - to say i lived and i loved

i see comments that criticize the third part/summer for the addition of new characters, but isn’t that life though… people come and go, some leave and others we meet later in life (unexpectedly)

i can only be grateful for the ones i have come to know, who knows what next summer will have in store for me

i read stories like these not just to dive into another world, but so i can take something from it and come back to mine to live my days with whatever it has given me

it’s more than entertainment - it’s knowledge and life lessons, teachings about love

this is actually quite special i can’t really fathom how it’s making me feel - all i know is that there is a lot of beauty in ordinary things and isn’t that kind of the point

they are all in love, just in their own peculiar ways

it would have been extremely romantic if he wasn’t 26

Liberaki writes about love in such versatile ways, never vast or one thing - instead it is everything

i hope morning comes soon enough so i can continue reading

back from Blood Orange concert i see the world with a new set of eyes - ready to dive back into the summers that make us come of age

these characters are incredibly well-written, rich; i slip in and out of them so graciously, getting to know their inner thoughts and feelings

though i have been romanticizing fall to the max this makes me long for hot summer nights

this november curriculum i want to find out what the patterns and differences are in stories depicting girlhood and female relationships

it look me five pages to realize it read parigori and not pierogi (i have been consumed by gossip girl)

if u look at my garden (balcony) u can see i am ambitious yet have no patience for the flowers to bloom, my perfectionism has led to procrastination and still no flowers have been planted in the past two months

my revolutionary act was actually to take naps after classes when i was 14-17, a teen rebelling against the expectations of productivity

some might say it was chronic exhaustion