Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, every story we’re told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs; How to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment… you never gave up hope.

Gigi Phillips, He’s Just Not That Into You (film)

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Short Story Number Five Hundred and Fourteen

keremmermutlu:

You open your mouth and you say ‘everything is just beginning, I can feel it in my bones and in my skin and in my heart, don’t worry.’ You always say the nicest things to me. You always try to make the dark things go away and make me feel better. And I just know that you’re going to be famous when you grow up. You’re going to be famous for being an awesome person and everyone will look at you and say ‘yeah, she’s cool. She’s kind of awesome.’ I just know it.

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