Write yourself a fairytale. Be the hero of your own story.

You don’t like the language? Create your own. Lift the curtains and do not put them down until you’ve fulfilled your destiny. Play that act. Make it grand.

I still can’t understand how people choose to be little when the stars are within our reach. You just got to stretch your hand. So stretch your fucking hand and grab some stars.

That carriage doesn’t have to turn back into a pumpkin at midnight. That horse doesn’t have to be white. Ride your dragons.

Do not ask for permission. Make it fun. Play.

Love, R. ♡