for the girls the fairytales abandoned
YOU BRING YOURSELF.
YOU ARE UNIQUE IN ALL THE WORLD. A THOUSAND PEOPLE WHO LIVED MIRRORS OF YOUR LIFE WOULD STILL NOT BE YOU; WOULD NOT REPLICATE THE CHEMICALS AND NEURONS AND THOUGHTS AND MOLECULES AND IDEAS THAT HAVE COME TOGETHER TO FORM YOU, AS A MATERIAL CREATURE, OCCUPYING SPACE IN THIS WORLD. YOU ARE STARDUST AND SCREAMS, YOU ARE DARKNESS AND DREAMS, YOU ARE EVERYTHING. NEVER FORGET THAT. WHEN YOU GO, THE UNIVERSE WILL BE THE POORER. WHEN YOU ARRIVED, EVERYTHING BECAME INFINITELY RICHER.
THE BIRTHDAY WELCOMES GIFTS, BUT DEMANDS NO SACRIFICE, BECAUSE EACH WHO COMES BRINGS THAT SINGLE, WHOLLY UNIQUE AND UNREPLICABLE GIFT: THEMSELVES. AND NOW YOU HAVE BROUGHT YOU TO THE BIRTHDAY. THANK YOU. THANK YOU SO MUCH. IT IS AN HONOR.
HERE IS YOUR SEAT AT THE TABLE. HERE IS YOUR CONICAL HAT. HERE IS YOUR SLICE OF CAKE.
WELCOME TO THE BIRTHDAY. WELCOME TO THE BIRTHDAY. WELCOME TO THE BIRTHDAY UNENDING.
…I needed to read that. I don’t think I even knew how much I needed to read that until I did. gonna sit here and cry a bit now
I mean it, too, even when I’m speaking for the Birthday. Everyone is amazing. I don’t like every human on the planet (I don’t like most humans on the planet, although I don’t dislike them either; I am often neutral), but that doesn’t make them any less miraculous.
You are a miracle. You are a confluence of events that has never happened before and will never happen again, no matter how long the universe continues to turn. Even if reincarnation is real (and I would like it to be; this living thing seems like a lot of work if we’re not moving toward something), the people you have been and the people you will be are not the you that exists right now.
You are a fucking cosmic miracle, and you should never, ever forget that.
Wendy Darling becomes a pilot as soon as she comes of age,
because she was always going to find a way to fly,
and night after night sitting by the windowsill never got her anywhere
other than the ground.
When told of her curse, Sleeping Beauty goes in search of a spindle.
Instead of mounting the land with her feet full of needles, Ariel watches as her lover slides into the ocean with his legs blurring into scales.
One night, Belle finds herself growing a set of fangs and a coat of shaggy fur to match her Beast’s, and finds that she prefers jagged claws to blunt fingernails.
Susan Pevensie is not shunted from her kingdom
because she learned to use the only weapons she had at hand,
forfeiting her bow and arrow for red-lined lips and slick nylons.
After her feathers bloom like they do every night, Odette goes to find the sorcerer
and plunges her beak into each of his eyes.
True love’s kiss is sitting quietly in the middle of their priorities.
If they find themselves locked in a castle, they break down the walls.
Give me princesses in tattered chainmail or ripped dresses
Give me princesses who ride around, slaying dragons
or mounting them and claiming the sky.
When they are placed up in a tower and told to wait for their hero,
our princesses take their fate by the guts
slide their thighs around the neck of their thrashing dragon
and take to the stars.
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when someone cries because you said something nice to them, they’re someone who you need to protect because they haven’t seen enough kindness in the world.