I hate it when writers of love stories go out of their way to tell me There’s No Such Thing As Fairytale Endings In This Sad World.
It’s like, yes, thank you for that depressing, cynical slap of reality, it is totally why I read love stories in the first place. I am truly wiser for hearing it and repent of my silly romantic notions.
(Oops, no I don’t, screw you.)
#it’s not that i dislike that those stories exist#it’s that people think those stories are superior and happy endings are inferior#oh c’mon#it’s that tired presumption that death and destruction and despair are the only stories worth telling#there is truth and value in both#if your argument is that your shitty romance is great because it’s sad then try again (via longjackets)
It’s easy to mistake darkness for depth, but it’s still a mistake.