I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago.
I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere.
Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry.
This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now.
‘To Bridget, who has suffered enough.’
This makes me wanna cry
In other news Daniel Hadler continues to be the nicest person on planet earth
Seriously. His books are so amazing and real for works of fiction. I think they’re books that every child should read. We need to understand from a young age that life isn’t fair, but its OK as long as you keep going.
Today I’m going to dress how I want to. Even though my mom looks at me like I’m a disappointment and comments on the fact that I wear a thong “makes people wonder”. Its not their job to wonder. Its not your job to judge me by what I wear, what I’m comfortable in. Its my job to dress in a way that makes me happy and feel good about myself. Its my body.
one of my favorite things is to pretend like I don’t know what starbucks sizes are when people come into my coffee shop and order a “tall” or “grande” drink. the best is when they say “oh, tall is medium.” or “grande, the large size” and I almost want to correct them, then I remember I’m pretending not to know so I don’t.
Is this where I sign into the fandom?
HA, I see you have a ship!
I have one too!
They’re very non-canon and…
#I READ THIS IN HER MAN VOICE
All right, Tumblr. I admit it.
You win this round.