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I was always critical. I learned to discern what I loved from what I couldn’t stand. I wanted to run away from suburbs and rain. I didn’t like how my mom cleaned the house but my dad never did. I hated how women suffered in literature. I never liked rules, which seemed like they were made to punish children and keep adults anxious. I wanted to live in the city, by myself, in an apartment with white walls, sleeping on a futon, books stacked on the floor, dog curled up beside me. That was my earliest dream.

Wassily Kandinsky, Studie zu Improvisation 3, 1909 I was always critical. I learned to discern what I loved from what I couldn’t stand. I wanted to run away from suburbs and rain. I didn’t like how my mom cleaned the house but my dad never did. I hated how women suffered in literature. I never liked rules, which seemed like they were made to punish children and keep adults anxious. I wanted to live in the city, by myself, in an apartment with white walls, sleeping on a futon, books stacked on the floor, dog curled up beside me. That was my earliest dream. It’s still what I want, I think:…

no rules - by Ava - bookbear express

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