I'm genuinely curious as to how you like English more than French. and this isn't a bashing in anyway. It's just been my experience, that people often associate best with their first language. I myself love my people's language, and while I plan on it being the main language of my household when I am older, English will always hold a special place in my heart because it's my first. So, if you could, elaborate what you mean when you say you prefer English over French?
While it is true that I prefer English to French, I want to say that it does not mean I do not like French. French will always have a special part in my heart because it is the language I was born into, the language my parents and brother and most friends speak, and it was part of me, my culture, growing up.
I just love English. The way people fall in love with people they’ve just met. the way others leave their country of origin, or city, or province, or state to go live in another because they loved the place more. because it spelled home to them or hope or this-is-the-perfect-place-for-a-new-beginning.
I love the way it sounds, the way it’s written, and I love the things it allows me to do. I associate more with English than with French (and believe me where I’m from — Quebec — a lot of people would say that I have been assimilated, but that is not the case)
There are things that you are born into: a family, a country, a culture, a language, a home etc. But I find the things we CHOOSE to be much more important and meaningful, like a family, a country, a culture, a language, a home, etc. I was born into French, bu I chose English. And I can love the second more without disowning the first. xx
Because there are some things that can’t stay inside of me, they claw at the inside of my skin and gnaw on my bones and need to be let out. Because stories are everything and I want to be a part of them, as they are a part of me.
I feel an itching under my skin, crawling along my veins. I bite my tongue and taste the blood, let it pool around my teeth, use it as a lipstick. Draw lines along my arms and thighs with my fingernails, glistening red under the setting sun. I might change my fur coat tonight and howl at the moon. I can smell the meat of the forest.