Doing my work yesterday I came across a man called Herbert Beerbohm Tree, a Shakespearean actor from the 1800s… why is this important, I hear you ask. LOOK AT HIM:
I genuinely thought I had turned the page over to Tom Hiddleston. But the book I was looking at was written before Hiddles became super famous.
No wonder he’s so into Shakespeare.
I want a guy who notices how soft my lips are, and how roughed and cracked my feet are from dancing and how I have a moon shaped scar I got in a car accident when I was young. I want a guy who knows that I curse A LOT, that I make silly puns all the time and that I am completely loyal to family because they mean so much to me. I want him to see me at my worst and not run away. I want him to accept me for all that I am, know me for all that I am, not just the good parts but the imperfections too. Because my quirks and faults make me who I am. I don’t want him to try to change me into the IDEAL GIRL standards that NO girl could EVER achieve. I don’t want him to make me hate myself because I don’t feel that I am enough for him. I want a guy who sees both my light and dark, my strong moments, and my weak moments. I want him to want to know everything about me and loves listening to boring stories about my childhood. I’m not looking for a Prince Charming. Then I would be just like those guys who set the beauty and personality standards for their potential lovers much too high. I don’t want a perfect relationship. I want to be able to be myself and I want him to be able to be himself. I want us to fall in love with the clarity with which we see each other, good and bad qualities. I want a love like that.
When contempating a $15.00 purchase
- 10-year-old me: Wow idk that's a lot of money
- 15-year-old me: Kickass, that's so cheap
- 20-year-old me: Wow idk that's a lot of money