At first I thought I’d reply to you in your own style. But you know what, it’s not worth it. I don’t know who you are, and nor do I want to, and I’m not interested in arguing over the Internet with a perfect stranger.
You know what, when I wrote that line, even I wondered if it was too dramatic to be taken seriously. But then I thought of how much I’ve rooted for them with every letter she’s ever written to her Jason, and how their story proves that sometimes things happen that we wouldn’t have believed would in our wildest dreams. How life can sometimes be kind that way to give you something you ask it for.
So, I’m not forcing you to believe me. I wrote that letter to her, and it’s only her opinion on it that counts to me.
But for the record, she gave me hope. And let’s be real for a minute, isn’t that what fairytales give us too? The hope that no matter how difficult everything seems right now, it might just all be fine in the end? The hope that someday someone (be it as a friend or lover) will see you for who you are on the inside rather than judge you by your physical attributes?
In my frank opinion, that’s the only ‘realisitic’ reason anyone has ever believed in fairytales. Or at least why I have.
The girl who believes in fairytales because of the girl with the glasses’ letters
Be present. Make love. Make tea. Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed. Make someone else’s bed. Have a smart mouth, and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create. Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes. Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. Let go of what doesn’t make you happy. Grow.
I want fresh flowers, a hand to hold, camping with friends, books I can’t stop reading, compliments that don’t call me beautiful, traveling to new and faraway places, big warm hugs, smiles from strangers, coffee, long walks, talks about nothing at all, tears of happiness, to go someplace where no one knows my name, to serve others, learn a new language, to take days off to do nothing, sleep in, dream while I walk.
I want to feel stronger, to forgive and forget, to love and be loved. I want to make people feel loved, to believe in themselves. I want to be grateful for the pain and for the growth that came behind it. I want to improve myself, grow, and learn and teach something to someone as well. I want to be there and I want to be here. I want to live full and happy and well.
This took forever! For the longest time I didn’t know what word would fit for steven, I hope it fits him. I think I’ll do more of these with other characters…just gotta find the words that would fit…oh and these are transparent :3c
what i learned in theater class today: they have 18-25 year olds playing teenagers because of child labor laws. they do exist full well in the actors union, and they’re not casting these characters because of unrealistic beauty standards; they’re casting them because minor actors are only allowed a certain number of hours in front of the camera
Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will figure out what inspires you, you will curate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity, and when you do meet the person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of it, because you are sure of yourself.