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Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game

Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game

Guess what?
You’re going to be okay.

Maybe he doesn’t love you. Maybe he doesn’t even like you. Fuck him, then. You deserve better. It hurts now, and it’s gonna hurt for a while. It’s gonna hurt to listen to those fourteen tracks he put on your mix tape. It’s gonna hurt to look at him. It’s gonna hurt to hear his name. But one day, it’ll start to hurt a little less. You’ll realize he wasn’t the one for you. You’re going to be okay.

Maybe you didn’t get picked for the job. Maybe you weren’t even considered. Fuck them, then. You’re going to go further. It stings now, and it’s gonna sting for a while. It’s gonna hurt your wallet. It’s gonna hurt your pride. It’s gonna hurt your ego. But one day, it’ll stop stinging. You’ll realize it wasn’t the job for you. You’re going to be okay.

Maybe you didn’t get accepted. Maybe you weren’t even waitlisted. Fuck that college, then. You’re going to make something of yourself without them. It hurts now, and it’s gonna hurt for a while. It’s gonna hurt to see your best friend admitted. It’s gonna hurt to drive by that campus. It’s gonna hurt to see her get so excited to go, and leave you behind. But one day, it’ll start to hurt a little less. You’ll realize it wasn’t the place for you. You’re going to be okay.

I know it’s hard to believe, but you’re going to be okay. Keep your head up- or don’t. Struggle to keep going and barely get by. That’s okay. You’re going to make it either way. You’re going to be okay.

remember this. a.g.

I hit 4,000 followers tonight and I just wanted to thank each and every one of you for following me, reblogging, liking, or just reading anything of mine. Tumblr is my safe place and I’m thankful for the community surrounding me here, even if it’s a mostly silent one- your notes and occasional messages mean a lot to me. I’ve really grown as a writer during my time here, and have even begun a novel- which I hope to finish and develop and strengthen- titled Always Summer, and I’m pretty excited about it. 

I’m always here for you to talk to, message for advice, or just to listen/confess to, please don’t forget it. I love you all very much, and remember that you are important, you are wonderful, and the ugliness of this world cannot diminish the beauty of the galaxies within you x

You still owe me that roadtrip to the coast. You said you’d pick me up one day, tell me to pack a bag, and we’d go on an adventure.
You still owe me that ice cream. You said you’d take me out for one at Amy’s, because you told me Amy’s has the best ice cream in the world, and I had to have some.
You still owe me that kiss under the mistletoe. We danced underneath it, but you had a cold, so you told me you’d take a raincheck on that one.
You still owe me a reason. You still owe me a why- why you left. Why you broke my heart.

I don’t think you’ll ever settle your debts, though.

(I won’t wait around for you.) -a.g.
“I am constantly torn between wanting to improve myself and wanting to destroy myself.”