Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.
—Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
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They never tell you that life isn’t really like a fairytale. That’s something that you have to find out on your own I suppose. But none the less all throughout your childhood you watch these movies with princes, princesses, magic and true love, and you are led to believe that maybe, just maybe you’ll have a fairytale ending too.
I guess fairytales in general are just kind of bullshit. Which sounds pessimistic, I know, but it’s true. The thing about fairytales is that they don’t tell you how messy love actually is. In the stories a pretty young girl stumbles into the path of a handsome young man, they are torn apart from each other by some method of evil, but in the end prince charming always finds a way to save the day. In the fairytales the first guy who looks your way ends up being your true love…uh yeah right. In the fairytales they only have to exchange maybe five sentences and boom! They are head over heels in love. So okay I guess things get a little messy with all the evil queens and witches and what not, but in real life we have to deal with a whole other animal.
So yeah when you are growing up and watching all the Disney princesses fall in love you assume that your own fairytale will transgress in a similar fashion. Not only that but you have your parents filling your head with lies too. See your parents don’t tell you about everything that went down before they met each other. In your eyes they met, they fell in love, they lived happily ever after, simple as that. But I can assure you it wasn’t all that simple. Your mom and dad don’t tell you about their past significant others, they don’t tell you about the heart ache they experienced, they don’t warn you about the many crushes you are sure to have that won’t pan out. They don’t tell you that love can be the most painful thing in the world. You are in no way prepared for the modern world of dating when you enter it.
When we begin our romantic journeys we are all just blind, stumbling puppies. You have to figure out what it’s all about and that would probably be okay if it weren’t for those damn fairytales. If it weren’t for that hopefulness, it wouldn’t be such a tireless journey.
There’s a reason that they are called fairy tales because there’s always magic in the air. There is another force acting on these men and women allowing them to fall in love so easily. They don’t tell you that before you find your happily ever after that you have to deal with a lot of bullshit. So here’s what fairy tales should really be telling you. They should tell you that most of the frogs you kiss will stay frogs. They should tell you that you’re more likely to get a wart out of them than a prince. The fairytales should tell you that it’s hard enough to get a guy to take you on an actual date let alone save you from a fire-breathing dragon. They should tell you that a semi-charming text message is as close as you’re going to get to a love letter dropped off by a white dove.
The fairy tales give you an idea of what a strong force love is. They tell you that love is the most powerful magic of all, they tell you that love can conquer anything. But they don’t tell you that you can fall in love with someone who is wrong for you. They don’t tell you that love clouds your brain, makes you lose your better judgment. Fairytales don’t give you instructions on how to let your first love go. They don’t tell you how hard that is to do.
Fairytales don’t give you the recipe for how to pick your self up after you’ve lost love. They don’t tell you what to do if you’re happily ever after doesn’t turn out so happy.
I suppose I can’t really blame the fairytales for the imperfect way that real life conducts itself. Because they’re fantasy, made-up, not destined to be part of our reality. In the end maybe it’s a good thing that we don’t know how hard searching for love can be because then maybe we wouldn’t have the courage to look for it in the first place. If we knew how hard it would be would we even try?
If true love really is the one magic on this earth than it makes sense that it can’t be acquired so easily. Because magic, magic is something you work for.
There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.
—― Nelson Mandela
Anonymous asked: What is your favorite book?
It’s hard to say! I have different ones from different years of my life of course. When I was younger and to this day am in in love with the Harry Potter books. In high school I loved the book Cannery Row by John Steinbeck. When I was traveling my favorite book I read was 11/22/63 by Stephen King which was seriously awesome. FInally this year I read The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath which I thought was a great book and so interesting considering how her life paralleled the story.