Is it such a crime
to crave happy endings
follow the "mainstream"
and dream once in a while?
Is it treason to like 1D or Harry Potter
or Percy Jackson or Twilight or Justin
Beiber?
Can't I like who and what I want without
criticism from people who don't even know
me? I'm sorry that 1D makes me smile
and Jane Austen beats Virginia Woolf
any day.
But you can't make me feel bad about
crying over Allegiant or dancing around the
room to "Best Song Ever".
You can't tell me I'm wrong for being
happy.
YOU ARE READING
Struggle and Strive
SpiritualPart 3 in the "Contemplative Compositions" series. This is where I put my every random thought that may or may not deserve to be emblazoned on your screen. (In this edition I will probably also post some prose/flashfiction from a blog I'm writing w...
