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“Tonight, we are young. So let’s set the world on fire. We can burn brighter than the sun.”
Architects: Studio Guilherme Torres
Location: Londrina, BrazilPhotographs: Denilson Machado // MCA Estúdio
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There’s nothing like winding down before bed to some John Legend <3
I really love how when it really rains in Vegas, it pours. I love the way that the thunder makes me jump everytime even though I know what it is. I even love the sudden flashes of lighting which make me feel just a little too paranoid because I start to believe that I’m seeing things. But most of all, I love the way the rain smells. It’s the same smell that brings me back to early mornings before school when I was a kid, it takes me back to times of simple happiness, the kind that makes you smile for no reason and have a brighter outlook on everything. I love it when it rains here because it’s like a signal to give me a fresh start, a new shot at life starting with the simple happiness that rain always brings me.
So someone asked me this question today and sadly, I have no idea how to answer it. I thought about it for a good ten minutes and I replied that I had no idea why I liked being a girl because in truth, I’m really indifferent to the fact that I am.
Ever since I was a kid I did things that weren’t considered girly. I never sat with a bunch of girls at recess and gossiped, instead, I was the girl playing soccer with the boys and kicking ass while I was at it. I was the girl that chased boys around the playground instead of being scared and chased by them. I was the girl who stood up for others when they got picked on instead of shying away. And for some reason, it’s never bothered me that I’m more boyish than I am girly. It never bothered me that I wasn’t graceful or delicate like the girl that my parents wish I was. But the only thing that ever bothered me was that people assumed that just because I’m a girl that I need their help. They assume that I am delicate and fragile, that I can’t handle anything on my own. And I can’t even begin to show these people how wrong they are.
I’m grateful that I turned out to be the way that I am because it gives me a reason to be proud of myself for being exactly who I am and not anything that people expect me to be. So, thanks for your help, but I’m fine on my own :]
