“With my depression, there aren’t so many things that give me joy, and I should be able to celebrate the shit out of the things that do. If I hate just about everything in the world, let me love what I do love hard and unrestrainedly. And even when we’re teenagers, and allegedly immature enough to get away with enthusiasm, we start getting pressured to act cool, so we temper that enthusiasm so goddamn early. I’m done with it. No great art ever was made by dampening your love of anything. No great life was lived by pretending you didn’t give a shit.”
—[personal profile] maevele, in a post here

(h/t to firecat for bringing it to my attention)