the great thing about izuku midoriya is. he is just vibrating with indescribable energy. at all times he is the way i am after seven cups of coffee. he is always inhabited by the kind of manic drive that most people only glance at during a life-changing nervous breakdown in middle school. the only thing tethering him to this world and preventing him from flinging himself straight into the sun is probably his love for his mom. he is unrestrained by concepts like “pain” or “reality”. this little man has never met a lick of common sense in his life. when all might inevitably dies of old age izuku will physically transport himself and successfully fistfight god for his soul
i don’t think people understand that people can ‘love’ you and not actually love you
like my grandmother ‘loved’ me, but she also was always trying to change me. she tried to take me away from my (catholic bisexual) mother. she made me wear dresses when i was there. she always tried to get me to go to church and was always asking me if i was dating a boy yet
i spent years feeling guilty that i wasn’t what she wanted me to be until my mom told me one day “she never bothered to know the real you”
and it’s true. any time i tried to show her something about myself, even cook for her, it would be dismissed, and a replacement would be offered. even northern food was somehow a sin.
she loved me what she thought i should be, she never loved me.
bc people who love you, they love you for all the stuff that makes you you. they never consider that it makes you inconvenient.
“It was true: the other mother loved her. But she loved Coraline as a miser loves money, or a dragon loves its gold.“
Loving someone like a prized possession is a very different thing from loving someone like a person you care about.
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