Don’t ever feel bad for making a decision that upsets other people. You are not responsible for their happiness. You are responsible for your happiness.
I have a stained glass figurine of a fairy.
Her wings are green.
My happy color.
I bought her years ago.
Went through a lot of trouble to find her, but she reminded me of who I am.
She was so beautiful. So carefully made.
For years she kept me safe.
Watched over me as I slept.
Took care of my nightmares.
Then one day I moved in with a boy.
I loved him. Trusted him.
I brought my fairy with me.
We shared her now.
I blindly put my precious, beautiful, green spirit in his hands.
I lost sight of her.
After a time I left him.
Months later she was returned to me.
One of her wings was broken clean off.
It’s been a year since I’ve seen her.
But I think it’s time to bring her out of storage.
Everyone always thinks the film business is so glamorous, and it really isn’t at all. Most of the time I’m up at 5 am working outside in the beating sun from sunrise to sunset in some dusty hell of a location. I mean, I love the business, but it’s not at all glamorous.
Just passed a group of bros in the parking lot. They were all wearing snapbacks and muscle shirts. As I passed I heard their conversation. The one bro was arguing, “Naw man, Dumbledore was a terrible caretaker, he literally sent kids into fucking death forest for detention. Messed up man.”