Aug 21, 2017
i am tired of hearing about grand romantic gestures when one of them is broken and is somehow “miraculously saved” by that someone because life isn’t me, the protagonist and you, my supposed, singular love interest and we are not surrounded by antagonists, nor by those complications of people whose actions are perfectly shaped just to cause some ruin in our character development because that isn’t how life works we aren’t two characters in a fairy tale book nor am i novel lover who overcomes self struggle with my mysterious, selfless partner in some town that we both hate in a time we’re both lost in
we are not a love story, and i am not a fairy tale
