Oh this was lovely Olivia. What I like about your writing is that it carries the lightness of wind, but the themes are heavy like boulders. And when you combine it all, reading this piece felt more like a wind gust than a rock slide. In addition to the other absursdities of adulthood you mention the biggest one is that adults inherently believe in the rightgeousness of their actions; that’s why “childish” has a negative connotation. But as the world continues proving again and again, we’ve probably got it all backwards.
I hate that looking at hopscotch triggers a collective grief. I hate that while hanging my toddler’s school drawings on the fridge today i was heartbroken because my mind wandered to all the kids who don’t get to be in school drawing right now. This was beautiful, and heartbreaking.
Oh this was lovely Olivia. What I like about your writing is that it carries the lightness of wind, but the themes are heavy like boulders. And when you combine it all, reading this piece felt more like a wind gust than a rock slide. In addition to the other absursdities of adulthood you mention the biggest one is that adults inherently believe in the rightgeousness of their actions; that’s why “childish” has a negative connotation. But as the world continues proving again and again, we’ve probably got it all backwards.
I hate that looking at hopscotch triggers a collective grief. I hate that while hanging my toddler’s school drawings on the fridge today i was heartbroken because my mind wandered to all the kids who don’t get to be in school drawing right now. This was beautiful, and heartbreaking.
Always a special gift to read your words. I want to assure you that 5th grade girls can be of the meanest, most vile creatures.
Absolutely heart wrenchingly beautiful. ❤️
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I love this olivia. so much
Aching. Crying. Loving you.
This is SO beautiful. <3