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The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.

The artwork is too great not to reblog. 

Ok, ok - important expansion: she only has to kill the Prince because the deal was if he fell in love with her she could be human forever, and he didn’t. By which I mean, he was a good person and genuinely nice to her, but he didn’t fall in love. He fell in love with someone else, also perfectly nice - not the seawitch in disguise, fu Disney. The Mermaid is told she can only return to the sea now if she kills the Prince. She goes into the room where he and his lover lie sleeping and they look so beautiful and happy together that she can’t do it.

That’s why she kills herself. And because it was a noble act she returns to sea as foam.

One moral of the story was that women shouldn’t fundamentally change who they are for love of a man, and in theory Hans Christian Anderson wrote it for a ballerina with whom he fell in love. She was marrying someone else who wouldn’t let her dance.

I want this painted on my wall.

didn’t Hans Christian Anderson write it to the guy he was in love with, that had rejected him?

that puts the story in a totally different context

She turns into sea foam and every step makes her feet bleed.

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On the darkest days you have to search for a spot of brightness, on the coldest days you have to seek out a spot of warmth; on the bleakest days you have to keep your eyes onward and upward and on the saddest days you have to leave them open to let them cry. To then let them dry. To give them a chance to wash out the pain in order to see fresh and clear once again.
Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

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I dreamt of you, and I see myself searching for my heart of any emotions nostalgic to your memory. I remember you, but I’m surprised to find myself only feeling neutral. Where there was once a feeling of addictive sorrow and longing, now there’s only a memory. One I’m at peace with. Like a scar which inevitably reminds you now and then of a painful wound you took so long to recover from, but has now become a mark of an invaluable learning.

Like a place that used to be a war field, but is now safe territory.

Everytime something about you pops up, I used to analyze, over-analyze things, desperately trying to understand myself, to understand the extent my heart beats and feels for you. But now, I somehow understand.

It reminds me that I’m human. That I still feel, and that I still remember. That my mind is not shutting off the painful past, because my heart now accepts freely an occasional occurrence of your memory. It doesn’t flinch anymore. Maybe it has moved on, maybe it hasn’t. But it’s enough that it knows it’s beating not entirely for you anymore but for itself.

Random thoughts

The thought that you are just one click away from me. One push of a button and I will have a chance to make my dreams become a reality. That green dot which somehow makes me closer to you, beyond distance, beyond the fact that I’m unknown to you as you are mysterious to me.

This is a moment. You and I in a place as impenetrable as space.

This is my moment. With you. And you don’t even know it.

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