Novel & Cerita The Myth Of Normal

"Your mother is something else, I wish I had a mother who did this to me all the time, it will be so nice to see her on my neck" "Trust me it won't be fun" "It will be" Cameron stares into space imagining her mother sitting right there and scolding her. "What are you doing?" "Do you think my mother would have loved me as well since I am not normal" "Of course you are normal, what makes you think that you are not normal" "Think about it, my mom died while giving birth to me and my father hates me, he detest me, my step-mother equally doesn't like so how can I be normal"

She moved into the bathroom and retrieved three towels and set the bathmat onto the floor. “He told me,” Raven watched her fascinated with the movement of her body, the smooth curves of her, the folds of her stomach as she bent over to adjust the bathmat. “That you were in a normal relationship in high school, before all this kink started.” “What is normal?” She replied with a shrug. “I don’t believe in normal. Who decides what is normal, and what is not? Seems to me that there is so much in this world dictated by people whose opinions should not matter. Who decided what is beautiful, and what is not? Who decided that sex is only normal if it is between heterosexuals, and vanilla? Who decide

Despite everything. That's not normal. That's extraordinary. And I'll take extraordinary over normal any day.

Mila announced. Annalise zipped her mouth shut as Mila paid for the dress and pushed her out to the car. She was just too lost in her own thoughts of wondering how different it would be if she was just ‘normal’ like everyone was. As Mila helped her in, she leaned her head on the window and focused her gaze outside. It wasn’t the first time she had had such thoughts, but she just wished she was normal. People love normal. No one liked abnormalities like her. She just was a damn normal life If only she knew about the raging storm that was about to enter her life, making her hope that she never existed.

I was so confused. "Why is she in this picture when she is a normal person—" I flinched with the words that came from my mouth. Normal person. Ha! Who am I deceiving? There is no way that my mom is a normal person after I saw her picture in this secret room inside a mystical place called Mysticuria. I felt bitter when I realized how I know nothing about myself. Am I a joke? I could not suppress my anger anymore so I let out a mocking laugh. "Ha! Hahaha! Just who am I and why are all these shits happening to me? I feel like crap." I placed one of my hands on my forehead and took a deep breath to calm myself down. "Fucking shit."

"Ahem Ma'am, how about the second that you want to say?" Chloe ask. "Oooh I thought you would never ask again, well you said that doctors aim for everyone to be okay so it is okay if you have no patient, and that is the other way around here, you all need a patient to have a function that might sound weird but it is, you see what I am trying to say is not because what you want is not normal that what is supposed to be and not going to happen means it is already bad or insane, that patient is showing, seems to be insane to look at but it is not, we all has an alternate reality of everything even in our body and health not what you see is what it is"

We always change garments like a chameleon, Whether we are yellow or blue, Pink or purple like a rainbow, Whether we are dark or white like a sky, Nobody can say. This world is sick and every day is a little more. Crazy people are always lying, but it's to hallucinate. Although they think they are always telling everyone the truth While normal people lie and lie a lot without stopping And now that I think about it, this world is subnormal. Well, the normal thing is the lie and it is rare, to tell the truth

The mark burning on my skin like it was mocking me. Normal. I wanted normal. Ordinary Nanya: broke, late to work, hated by her boss, surviving one latte at a time. That’s all I was. That’s all I wanted to be. But deep down, I knew better. Normal ended last night. And no matter how much I denied it, the mark on my wrist was proof. I wiped down the counter, forced a smile for the next customer, and whispered to myself, “This is fine. Everything’s fine. Totally fine.”

They want to know but they don’t want to force their father to tell them such things. "I didn't expect that either, I thought then that she was just a normal woman, of course for me she is still normal even though it's her true self and identity, because being normal is not defined by what you are. That is how you interact with other people, whether he is stronger than you or weaker. How you perceive the world, and how you deal with it. As long as you don't do anything bad to your neighbor and all you want is to live in peace, I think you are normal," Dominus said with a bright smile and because of what he said his companions looked at him. They think he is right and there is nothing wrong w

Just looked at all of us—his family, his daughter, his whole world and smiled. That night, after Elena was asleep, after we’d collapsed into bed exhausted but content, Alina said something that stuck with me. “A year ago, I was trying to escape. To find normal, to fit into a world that made sense. And now here I am living the most abnormal life imaginable, and I’ve never been happier.” “Normal is overrated,” I agreed. “Completely overrated,” Jaxon confirmed. “We make our own normal,” Ronan said. “And ours is perfect.”