Jughead Jones is antisocial and brooding, invisible to everyone except for his bestfriend Betty Cooper who works on the school newspaper with him. Due to his fathers death, he’s forced to be under the care of his step-mother, Penelope Blossom; doing chores for her and her twins, Cheryl and Jason. Archie Andrews is Riverdale High’s star quarterback, who is adored by all. But despite his father’s wishes to work for the family business, Archie secretly aspires to be a musician. Under the name ‘burgerboy’, Jughead confides to 'musicman’, someone he met on an online form for LGBTQ+ teens; which eventually turns into an online relationship. He has no idea that 'musicman’ is Archie Andrews, his ex-bestfriend who doesn’t even remember he exists.
a/n: hey guys! this fic was inspired by this gifset that compared jarchie’s make up scene in 1x02 to a cinderella story, and since i have no self control, i created this. please let me know what you think!
Jughead Jones was seven when his dad died. Back then he wasn’t known as Jughead, but by his birthname, ‘Forsythe Pendleton Jones III’, although Jughead didn’t really think that name was much better. ‘Jughead’ was a teasing name his step-siblings, Cheryl and Jason Blossom called him once their parents had married the year prior to his dad’s death. After his dad died, he let his real name die too- ‘Forsythe’ constantly reminded that his father was gone, as he was named after him. He would never forget what happened that June day, partly due to the nightmares he still had; but also because he was the last one to talk to his dad before he passed.
damien bloodmarch has the coolest name ever and is my dream daddy. i love my victorian goth vampire boyfriend a whole lot. i support his taxidermy hobby, will hold his hand during every scary movie, will find the best floral arrangements to show my love and gratitude, help him out with the good ol’ rebellious lucien, go to lots of cemetery strolls with him, and get some sicc victorian outfits to match with him when we go out on the town
“…Eve…Ore mo….Kimi ga…daisuki…” “…English…? Okay…” “Then…” “Eve…” “Please…have a good rest…” “You did your best today…” “You made me happy today…” “You made me proud to be by your side…” “And tomorrow…” “Tomorrow, together…you will do the same once again…” “So please, sleep knowing that…. you’re the most important person in the world for me…” “Eve…” “I’ll protect you from anything bad…’ "I’ll hold you just like this…” “Ah…your eyes are…getting heavy…” “Are you proud that I can tell?” Kisses both of your eyelids shut “…I love you…” “I love you very much…” “Goodnight, Eve…” “Sweet dreams…”
And, dear Eve, this is the second part to your question. Please have a good night!
baby bears, see that starry sky? that means that it’s time for me to go to bed… *big yawn* if you are a west coast USA lil one like me, i think now’s a good time to wind down~ here’s your bedtime checklist, let’s do it together!
♡ change into fresh pajamas! ♡ brush teeth! ♡ wash face! ♡ take night-time medicines, if you’ve got any! ♡ turn on nightlights/sleeping aid/music/etc. if you have any you use~
all done? 🍼 good job!
let’s make tomorrow another great day~🎈🌸💕 sweet dreams everyone!
OH, i almost forgot… good morning to any babies waking up! get started with your day kinda like how we got ready for bed:
♡ stretch your body if you can! ♡ brush teeth! ♡ wash face! ♡ eat a balanced breakfast, something healthy and nutritious! ♡ take morning medicines, if you have them!
i hope you have a super fantastic morning! 💛🌷⛅️ do your very best today~
Requested by: anon 1, anon 2(since two people decided to request almost the same thing i put it in one)
Characters: Momo, fem reader
Word count: 1269
Summary: Y/N was invited on Twice’s concert by her best friend Momo. At the concert Momo had shocking confession to make, how will everyone react?
Momo and i were choreographing dance to 5th harmony’s ‘That’s my girl’ for Twices’s upcoming concert. No one will know that i took part in choreographing it but i was just glad that i could help her out. When we finished, we were on the floor. Sitting back to back, with only our breaths being heard. Silence is such a beautiful thing when you are with person you like and feel comfortable with.
‘Would you like to be special guest at our concert?’ Momo asked me while breaking the silence ‘All of the members wanted me to ask you’
Momo and I were best friends but getting to attend Twice’s concert would still be huge honour for me. It was the most wanted concert in past year. It will be happening in biggest arena in our city and every ticket was sold out in less than two minutes.
‘It’s really important for you to come, please???’
‘Okay I’ll be there, thanks for inviting me’ i hugged her with a obvious wide smile on my face.
As i arrived home i got a text.
‘Hope you got home safe. At entrance just say your full name and that you’re invited by me. They will let you in. Don’t forget, tomorrow at 3pm. ♡’ i can’t believe I’ll be going to Twice’s concert, im so excited.WAIT IT’S TOMORROW. What will i wear???? Oh my god. At this point i was panicking. I didn’t have much fancy clothes as i was too lazy to go out and socialise. Also i was training to become an idol ‘till last year, but my dream got crushed when parents decided not to fund me anymore. I didn’t have time to study, be a trainee and have full time job so i had to quit my dream. My 5 years of training went in vain and i ended up working in a cafe as no one else would take me because of my not so good grades. Get it together Y/N, tomorrow is day you dreamed of. You will be seeing your favourite group live and you’ll see your best friend performing. I started looking though my closet and i found black hoodie with ‘I’m simply amazing’ written over the chest area in pink sparkly letters. This and some leggings will do.
To be honest i did have small crush on Momo and i was about to confess but they suddenly called her to be on Sixteen. I didn’t want to stand in her way so naturally i just backed away and admired her from afar. I was kinda.. disappointed? Not really disappointed, more sad. When they called her to be on sixteen. I knew our friendship will be as far as over. These days we manage to see each other…barely. ‘We are training together’ ‘she will help me with singing’ we tried everything but it always ends up with her running to the dorm so she doesn’t get detention for being late. Idol and not famous person just don’t match together, that’s why i decided to let go of my crush.
When i went past scary looking security guys, i went on my place and slowly watched arena fill up. Twice started performing, music was blasting. While some fans cheered loudly, almost army like, others were crying and screaming. Fanchants could be heard clearly unlike usual, where you could only hear indistinguishable screams. Lightsticks shined brightly so the whole arena was covered in apricot and neon magenta, twice’s colours. Over the end of concert it was time for Momo’s solo performance. She was really worried about it since choreography is pretty demanding but i knew she could do it, i believed in her. Upbeat music of ‘That’s my girl’ started playing, Momo took deep breath and started. Her body swiftly moving all over the stage, trying to not to mess up but at the same time making eye contact with camera. I wish she’d only look at me like that, but she was an idol, i had to share her with everyone else and that was a fact. Her fans made her happy and successful and i was thankful for that. I have only seen her smile as brightly as she smiles when she’s with fans on few occasions.
While watching her perform i remembered first time we met.
It was just another empty day in my trainee life when they suddenly announced that new trainee will be joining us. It was Momo, brown haired girl from Japan. Everyone was so competitive that no one cared even if they knew that she was struggling the most. When you are new everything is hard and if you don’t have person to help you, you will get even more insecure. It was like that with me and i didn’t want to let another person go though that. ‘Hi my name is Y/N’ i said in cheerful voice trying to get new girl’s attention. ‘Hi, I’m Momo’ she murmured. She was obviously scared and worried, these people were potentially people who may debut with her one day and she thought everyone hated her on her first day. After that she started opening up to me and we became best friends. We were always together, outcasts in trainee world. But as much as people hated us no one could deny our talent, everyone knew we were best dancers so they couldn’t do anything to us.
‘Thank you so much for supporting us Once! We will work even harder to become group you’ll be proud of’ Jihyo said and all members of Twice bowed. How long was i spacing out?
‘Also we have something important to say now.. actually our Momo has.’ Nayeon added while patting Momo’s shoulder ‘come on, just say it’
Silence fell across the room while fans looked at each other in confusion.
‘I have something to say and um it’s really important for me so please hear me out. There is one person that went though everything with me. They mean a world to me and on this day today, the day of Twice’s first ever concert, i want to confess.’ Momo said with confidence.
What kind of confession? Who was it about?? Fans had so many questions when she continued.
‘Y/N L/N please come on the stage’ she said while looking at me straight in the eyes.
There was moment of silence. I didn’t know what to do, how to react, i had no idea what was about to happen but with deep breath i got on the stage with confused expression.
‘Y/N…..’ she looked me straight into the eyes ‘i have something to tell you. I- I like you!’ Momo said as she took my hands in hers ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’
Gasp. I wasn’t sure who was more surprised: me or fans. I stood there blankly staring at her while some fans yelled in disapproval and others awwed at apparently how cute we were.
‘Momo i don’t know what to say i-‘
‘Say yes’ Sana nudged me in the arm ‘We know you like her too’
‘Yes, Yes I’ll be your girlfriend’ i said while hugging her.
After a lot of ooos and awws people calmed down and Momo started speaking. ‘I know some of you will be displeased but please know that i still love all of you. And because of that i wanted you all of be first to know about this. You are my family. Please continue supporting me and twice. Thank you so much’ with tears in her eyes she bowed showing everyone how much she cares
Now this is my first imagine and don’t be mad if you actually like it because it doesn’t have a lot of Auston in it all. I want this to be a series if people actually like it maybe like 4 or 5 parts? I feel like you need to get the main character first so most of this is about her. I’m working on part 2 and if this part has a good response I’ll post part 2 sometime tomorrow. Sorry again for the lack of Auston. Words: 1810 Warnings: Some cursing, mentions of some penguins players ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finally being able to go a NHL game and watch your two favourite teams play is like a dream come true. The Penguins have always been your number one team but moving to Toronto has made you fall in love with the Maple Leafs. Auston Matthews may also have something to do with your new-found love for them. Moving to Toronto has been one of the best things that has ever happened to my family. My mom and dad got a pretty nasty divorce a couple of months ago. They never got along and were always fighting when they were together. He caught my mom cheating with his best friend. It broke his heart, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so sad before. He ended up moving to Toronto after getting the job of Head of Peds Surgery at The Hospital for Sick Children and taking my 4-year-old sister Madeline with him. I stayed with my mom in Quebec to finish the last month of senior year with all my friends but the day after graduation, I hopped on a plane straight to Toronto. Me and my mom never got along, we would always be fighting and yelling at each other, so I couldn’t wait to get to Toronto. I had a great summer here, maybe even the best summer I’ve ever had. I met a lot of great people. A couple of days ago my dad saved the life of 6-year-old boy. He suffered from a brain injury. It was a very difficult surgery; about 5 hours long. They kept losing him and didn’t think he was going to make it. But he was a fighter and pulled through. His father was so grateful that my dad was able to pull it off. Him and his son came to Toronto to see the Leafs game but they couldn’t go due to his sons’ surgery so he offered, scratch that, he MADE my dad take the tickets for everything he did. My dad never really followed hockey, only watched games when I was watching them, so he gave me the tickets and I took a friend with me. She was a huge Leafs fan so she was ecstatic when I told her I was taking her.
It was game day and I couldn’t be more excited. I thought about wearing my Geno jersey to support the Pens but I decided that wasn’t a good idea going to a Leafs home game. I decided on just wearing a blue shirt seeing as I didn’t own a Toronto jersey. I had a tough time trying to find something seeing as me and group of friends were going out afterwards to celebrate my 19th birthday. I wouldn’t have time to go home and change after the game, so I was trying to find something that wasn’t too flashy to wear to the game but nothing to boring to wear to a club. Finally finding an appropriate outfit, I started doing my hair and makeup.
“Logan, can you come downstairs for a minute?” My dad yelled. “Yeah, I’ll be down in just a second!” I replied, finishing up my makeup. Making my way down the stairs, I’m greeted at the bottom by my dad, Madeline and my best friend Kenzie. Dad holding a cake with lit candles, Madeline had some balloons and Kenzie was holding Madeline. All of them wearing birthday hats.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Logan, Happy birthday to you!” They all sang. “Thank you guys so much!” I exclaimed, after blowing out the candles. “LOG, I made you a gift!” Madeline yelled excitedly squirming out of Kenzies arms. She went running into the living room and came running back out with a poorly wrapped gift that you could tell she did herself. After she handed it to me I opened it up to reveal a framed picture she painted of me and her. It had macaroni, feathers, pom-poms and way too much glitter.
“Thank you so much Mads, I’m gonna hang it on my wall so I can see it every day.” I told her giving her a big hug. Madeline, or Mads as I call her, is only person I’m closer to than my dad. When she was born she had a heart defect and doctors didn’t think that she would survive. I knew the moment I first held her that I would do anything in the world just to protect her.
“I’m glad you love it so much” She said. “I love it almost so much as I love you” I told her kissing her cheek. “Alright, time for my present” Dad said handing me a gift bag. I opened it up it find an Austin Matthews jersey. “I know you wanted to wear your Dino jer-"He started "Dad, its Geno” I corrected him laughing “Whatever or whoever it is, I know you wanted to wear his jersey but I also knew you secretly wanted to this guys jersey more, so I got Kenzie to help me out because I have no idea who any of this people are” He stated. “Thank you guys so much” I said giving them both hugs, “It’s my second favourite present” I told them winking at Mads. “Well you never got my gift yet, just wait till we get the club after the game. I’m gonna get you fuc-… fudge, yeah I’m gonna get you fudge!” Kenzie corrected herself after my dad gave her a look because Mads was in the room. My dad was used to giving Kenzie this look. My best friend is very talkative, outgoing, and tends to say more curses than a grown man. My dad wasn’t too sure of her the first time he met her but Mads just loved her. I met her my second day in Toronto at a small café. She works there as a barista and when I ordered my coffee, she wouldn’t shut up about how much she loved my make-up and that I had to do hers later that night because she had a ‘hot date’. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I needed up doing her make-up for her date. We talked and got to know each other very well. Later that night at about 1 or 2 in the morning, I got a text from her saying that because of my make-up skills, I helped her get the love her life and also the best sex of her life. They have been dating for about 3 months and they’re hands down the cutest couple I’ve ever seen. Kenzie would have my back for anything. She’s helped me through my parents’ divorce and to get over my summer fling. I would be lost without her.
“Well it’s 7:30 now so you guys should be heading out now if you want to make it on time” Dad told us pushing us out the door. Kenzie decided on driving to the game, leaving the jeep there after the game and getting an Uber to the club. She wasn’t too worried about leaving the jeep there because it was her brothers and she didn’t care what happened to it. Her and her brother were nowhere as close as me and Mads. Also, according to her both of us needed to get very fucked up tonight because I didn’t live in Toronto for her 19th so we had to make up for lost time.
“I’m so excited for this game. Maybe you’ll even catch a certain Mr. Matthews eye with your new jersey if the seats are close enough.” She said wiggling her eyebrows “Where are we sitting anyways?” “Yes, I’m going to make him fall in love with me while I’m screaming at refs at all of their stupid calls but I believe were glass seats near the Toronto bench but I’m not sure, I don’t know my way around the ACC that good yet” I stated. The rest of the 20-minute drive was just us screaming singing, very badly may I add, to our favourite songs. We finally made it to our seats just in time for warm up to start. Our seats were glass seats right next to the Leafs bench. Kenzie insisted that I had to sit in the seat closest to the bench because there’s no way my future husband wasn’t sitting on that bench. Ever since me and my summer fling broke things off, she has been trying to set me up with just about any guy that looked my way. She says I’m too pretty to just waste life away by myself but I’m perfectly fine without a boy. I don’t think I need a guy so I’m not really out looking but I happen to stumble upon a good one I wouldn’t say no.
“Oh my god there’s Geno and Jake and Crosby, this is the best day ever!” I exclaimed to Kenzie “I think you might be at the wrong home game, like how are not excited over Marner, Matthews or Nylander. My god Logan you’re wearing a Matthews jersey at least pay some attention to the Leafs.” She said to me laughing. “Yeah yeah whatever, I guess you are right though. Matthews looks pretty damn good in person” I told her laughing as well, “These seats are amazing, I’m gonna have to go to the hospital and thank the guy who gave them to my dad. You know what, there’s still 15 minutes left of warm up I’m gonna go get something for him and his son. I’ll be back in a few minutes” I walked out to the concession stand area. They were selling everything Toronto out there. I picked them out some small things like a Toronto teddy bear, foam finger, and a bunch of other knick knacks. Remembering how the dad was saying he was going to buy his son a jersey at the game to surprise him, I even picked up a small jersey for the little boy. Making it back to my seat with 5 minutes left of warm up.
“Good your back, now I really think you should shoot your shot with Matthews and if that doesn’t work try Nylander. Now I know Matthews has a reputation of sleeping around a lot but I think you could tame hi-” Kenzie started before she was interrupted by a puck hitting the glass. “Jesus Christ!” I screamed while jumping. I was too busy listening to Kenzies’ 'plan’ that it scared me more than it should have. “Who did that?’ I asked as we both searched the ice to find the source. "I believe it was your future husband” She said as she pointed towards the ice. I followed her finger to Marner laughing and Matthews waving at us. “I guess he’s shooting his shot first” I said waving back to him.
You..you couldn’t have helped a girl out and given me just ONE ship? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY HEADCANONS THIS GIVES ME
Instead of five headcanons for one ship, I’m going to do one headcanon and five ships. SO THERE.
1. Prince Raymond of the Palms has been in love with Lily White since the day she ambushed his carriage and robbed him, only to later save his life by rescuing him from trolls. For her part, science teacher Lilian Stein thinks the school janitor Ray Palmer is kind of cute, in a nerdy way, and the inventions he keeps in the school basement - along with a pet raccoon named Leia - are amazing.
2. Gideon Ryder is not a ship. She would know if she was. But that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with the insistence of Rip Hunter, the town…eccentric…that she’s the spirit of his lost ship, the Waverider. Sometimes she almost wishes it were true…
3. Amaya Jiwe’s ability to work with animals is almost magical, a useful talent for a veterinarian. Animals aren’t the only creatures she has a strange connection with - she can see there’s more to Mick Rory than rumours of arson and violence. She just wishes he could see it, too.
(Mick knows he’s not the chief of Storybrooke’s fire department. And as soon as magic returns, he’ll have the power to burn everything. Because fire is the only thing that matters.)
4. Clarissa Hofmann may be lonely, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to let it stop her from helping others. Like that poor man who’s been in a coma since as long as she can remember. The least she can do is read him stories of magical knights who burn like the sun.
5. Leonard Snart is the mayor of Storybrooke, and he’s really good at his job. In fact, he’s the best mayor the town’s had since, well, ever. But when a smart-mouthed blonde with anger-issues and way too many knives to be legal comes to town, suddenly he’s having dreams of a life where he’s a little less law-abiding and a little more…crooked.
(Sara Lance is nobody’s saviour. She can’t even save herself.)
NOTE: A little thing for Chika’s birthday. All I want out of season two is for Chika to understand how amazing she is.
Chika had never been so intimidated by a slip of paper. Sure, all those tests over the years were scary and tough, but they paled in comparison to what sat in front of her. Even in the comfort of her own room, and with Riko and You sitting at the same table, she couldn’t bring her pen down to paper.
Cullen stood near the back of the crowded room. He’d arrived early enough to get a seat, but had given his up to a student’s parent he knew in passing. The room had been loud, the crowd nearly unruly. Until it had fallen into a tense silence.
The school board president was staring down at Mara while another member asked, “Do you have any such proof Ms. Lavellan?”
Just as Cullen had suspected, she turned to look at Calpernia. He had known her plan centered on Calpernia and her information, but he hadn’t realized that it was what it all had hinged on. Maker’s breath, it was a gamble.
He could tell by the way Mara’s shoulders were set that she knew it. Cullen wanted to believe that Calpernia was willing to turn, that she was going to back every bit of Mara’s claims up. The crowd waited with bated breath to see what would happen, but nothing was. Calpernia wasn’t moving, wasn’t saying a damn thing.
The school board president sighed. “Well, Ms. Lavellan?”
Mara’s blonde head turned once more to Calpernia, and even from the back of the room Cullen could see the desperation in her gaze. The crowd was holding its breath as much as he was, hoping beyond hope there was something else. Mara turned her attention back to the president. “No, ma’am.”
“Well Norton, do you have anything else to add?” the president asked.
His eyes were cold as he looked to Mara. “Just that we should take a good hard look at any employees who throw around such unsubstantiated claims as Ms. Lavellan has. That any educator would behave that way is unacceptable.”
Mara had already taken a seat, still sitting tall beside Vivienne, Leliana, and Josephine. In that moment, Cullen knew. He knew that they had lost. The school board was already so set against them going in, and they had failed to turn the tide.
“Well shit,” Varric said, loud enough that the rest of the faculty sitting in their area had heard.
Dorian was rubbing his temples, and Bull’s arms were crossed while he wore the same face he did when he was coaching and the team was losing. Solas was the only member of the faculty still watching the front of the room with rapt attention.
If they lost, Cullen wasn’t sure what it would do to Mara. He hadn’t wanted to consider the possibility. If she was silently imploding she was giving no such indicators in her posture. Every instinct made him want to leave his place in the back of that crowded room and go to her. He knew it would be better to wait, and that they would weather whatever this meant for them.
baby bears — if your day wasn’t so good today, that’s okay! that happens. nobody feels 100% every day. but, life will always get better. bad days always have good days to match them. tomorrow can and WILL be better, so don’t give up on tomorrow, okay? it’s only a dream away~ ⭐️
try your best and look for the best parts of every day, even when those moments seem so far away… your days in the sun will come! ❤️
In order to become someone successful you’ve got to develop some habits. Habits which will determine and ensure success in the long run. Not habits like, always planning out your future or always dreaming what you want but habits like self persistence. Like taking control over yourself and hitting your daily goals. Not allowing your phone, your TV, social media or your friends take over what you desire. These habits change the way you make your day productive. They prove to be effective both, short term and long term. And the best part is, they are all in our control. Just a little bit of hustle and it leads us to bring our best selves. Do today what others aren’t so tomorrow you have what others don’t.
my secret santa gift (@mlsecretsanta) is for @abrightgrayworld, i hope you like it and merry christmas!!
“Oh, Al. I’m so sorry. Are you sure you’re too sick to come?”
Alya coughs loudly on the other end of the phone, and Marinette winces, instantly feeling guilty just for asking. “Sorry, girl, but this cold is destroying me. I’m sorry too for having to cancel after Nino already said that he was busy, but…”
“No, no! It’s totally fine,” Marinette assures her, smiling sympathetically even though she knows that her best friend can’t see her. Alya has refused to put the video camera on due to the fact that her face ‘looks like she stole it from the Grinch, just like he stole Christmas’. “Take your time to get better. It sucks that you got this horrible cold the day before Christmas.”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry!” Alya says, and her voice is scratchy and crackly. Mari can’t tell whether it’s because of the phone or the illness. “I’ll get a good night’s sleep and a hearty dinner tomorrow and I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll be sure to visit,” says Marinette, glancing at the small package wrapped neatly with a bow that perches delicately on her desk. “I have something to give you, anyway. If you’re well enough we could go visit Nino as well.”
“Sounds good,” comes the reply. “Hey, look, sorry again Mar, but I need to go have a hot shower and some medicine or something. Sorry about the lights. Call you tomorrow!”
“Yeah. Tomorrow! Have a good Christmas Eve, Al. Or, well… the best you can.”
Alya snorts. “Thanks. You too. Love you!”
“Love you too.”
The line clicks, and Marinette slowly lowers the phone from her ear as it goes dead. She sighs and glances outside. It’s already dark, and the snow is drifting down in plump flakes that dance lightly through the air, a entrancing spectacle on such a beautiful evening. Marinette has always dreamed about a white Christmas. But without her friends, it doesn’t seem quite as merry as she’d hoped.
￼￼￼✨GOOD NIGHT￼￼￼✨ …￼￼￼✨SWEET DREAMS !!!￼￼￼✨ Good night, my love, lots of Kisses and love! You’re the best, you are unique, to be close to heaven pray. The older I get, the more I want to return to childhood. The little man that still lives somewhere inside of me, Oh … who ate eyes looking at the world and says, “where are we? You got me where BL..t, brought?!” ================================================================ `*🌛•.￼.￼•*`*•🌛 .￼.•*￼UNTIL TOMORROW!!!`*•.￼.•￼*🌛`*• .￼.•*￼🌛 Love is like a butterfly… the wings can’t hold… So once will have to let go… And to take prisoners, then deprived of hope, But the heart is not make love.
I have always been the kind of girl to drift off to another world too easily. Reading, watching movies, playing those cute little dressing games you can find on the internet or just imagining. Nothing to grab. Anything to just escape reality. I don’t exactly know why I wanted to escape. Maybe it was the fact that I felt uncomfortable with myself. The way I was, or more presice the way I looked, always was a big problem for me. So I would just pretend to be someone else, someone prettier, someone wildly and deeply loved. Someone better, simply. I was a princess when I was younger, with the start of puberty I was the popular kid, now just the girl to find her love. But of course, always beautiful, adorable and in some way individual or special. All things that I didn’t have. That I haven’t been. I knew I had to focus on real life. But it always was a relief to sit at home and watch a movie or read a book, or to lay in bed, close my eyes and just for some hours drift off to another world. Pretend to be a lovely character in a story. In those hours I had everything I wanted, everything I didn’t have in real life. Not material things. Things like beauty, and love. I loved it. I lost my heartaches. Even more bitter were them when the hours of dreaming or pretending were over. Reality just hit me too hard. And I wished for things I couldn’t have.
Still I do have problems with reality. Still I just want to live in fictional stories. My life still makes me unhappy so often, although I do have the important things. I do have a house and enough money to live, I don’t have any illness and I experience the love of family and friends. It’s just the things I always dreamt of that are missing. I dont find any beauty in myself. And I, the hell, can’t find the love of a man. Call me a hopeless dreamer. I know that is probably overrated but I grew up with the old Disney movies. And the princesses always got the love of a man and they were so beautiful and adorable. I know that my life is not a fairytale, but can’t I wish for it? Can’t I dream of it? Or will it get me all fucked up, always realising my life never will be a fairytale?
Well, I don’t know what to do with my life. Neither do I know what will happen. Tomorrow, next week or in 5 years. But I don’t wanna wait for the one good thing to happen. I hope for it to happen, yes. But this is a lesson I gotta learn: that I live my life without waiting. I do have to enjoy every moment or at least make the best of it. I dont wanna miss all the other good things because I’m waiting for the ‘one’ thing. That’s so typical again, but live your life. Get up and do something instead of sitting there and just waiting. Dreaming is ok. But don’t miss your life that might be better than you think if you just make the best of it.
That’s for me, and for you. For all the dreamers out there. I think we all have to learn this.