Nina. 18 years young
loud music, long car rides, lazy days, pajamas, sweatshrits, diet coke, reading, cereal, late nights, long walks, thunder storms driving with no where to go, friends, music, bands, family
When people turn to fictional characters, it’s often because they want an escape. The stories of these people shelter us from the storm of our daily lives; they save us, if only for a little while. But when we really give in, become invested, let ourselves be vulnerable, something changes. We begin to feel that we know them. It’s no longer just an escape, but part of us, something that makes us who we are.
These characters teach us that incredible adversity can be overcome. That people can love each other forever. That life can be an adventure. That magic can be real. And even if these miracles have never happened to us, we begin to go through life believing that, someday, they could.
If anybody ever tells me that storytelling isn’t important anymore, I’ll show them this post.
This is the part of the movie where I start crying. Then I don’t stop. The reason is, I know exactly where he’s coming from. It’s like… There’s so much pain and suffering and you want to end it all but you can’t. And that’s enough to make you feel helpless and powerless.