The Story of Awkward

Love isn’t roses. It’s those little square caramels and a root beer from the gas station because he knows that’s your favorite snack. It’s watching a musical with you without groaning. It’s handing you your glasses at night because he knows you’re too blind to find your way to the bathroom without them. Love is awkward.

Remember, the way we perceive ourselves is often nothing like what we really are,” he said.

That awkward moment when you realize running away from life doesn’t mean life won’t pack its bags and follow.” ~Peregrine Storke~

It is how we perceive ourselves that matters. True courage isn’t about being brave. True beauty isn’t about being beautiful. True courage is about being real. True beauty is about being happy.

Relationships are as much a work of art as a drawing. It takes time. It takes a lot of erasing, smudging, and redoing. In the end, it’s usually worth it. Sometimes, it’s not.

If you are looking for a happy book about beautiful people, this is the wrong story. If you are looking for a narrative without emotion, without regrets, and without mistakes, this is definitely the wrong story.

This world is built on awkwardness, on the idea that there is someplace where it’s okay to be different. Where it’s okay not to be perfect,” the troll said. “This world lives in more than one imagination. It was simply your hand that finally gave it a face.

That awkward moment when you realize you’ve kind of fallen for a guy who’d make a better huntsman than a prince.” ~Peregrine Storke~

It hurts, the pain, but ask yourself this, is love worth destroying yourself over? You have an amazing amount of love in your life.” He gestured at us. “It’s enough. If Dash truly loves you, then it only makes your life fuller, but if he doesn’t, it doesn’t make your life less rich.

That awkward moment when you realize love doesn’t always come full of sweet joy, but tainted with regret.” ~Peregrine Storke~

True courage isn’t about being brave. It’s about being real. It’s about being able to admit our weaknesses so that we can turn them into strengths.” My

Even when we grow up, the child remains. It’s the child that shapes the adult. What happens to you when you are young shapes what you become later. Whether you think you belong here or not is beside the point. The little girl that drew Awkward still lives inside of you.

In truth, it is evil beauty that is most devastating. For beauty isn’t always good and ugliness isn’t always bad. It is how we perceive ourselves that matters. True courage isn’t about being brave. True beauty isn’t about being beautiful. True courage is about being real. True beauty is about being happy.

And we lived awkwardly ever after … The End

True courage is admitting when you’re vulnerable.

I wasn’t sure which surprised me the most, the fact that he’d noticed me or the belief that I was unapproachable.

I wouldn’t want perfect love. I want true love, the kind that doesn’t depend on pretending to be better than I am.” I glanced at Elspeth, my gaze soft. “Love isn’t roses. It’s those little square caramels and a root beer from the gas station because he knows that’s your favorite snack. It’s watching a musical with you without groaning. It’s handing you your glasses at night because he knows you’re too blind to find your way to the bathroom without them. Love is awkward.

It isn’t about being awkward. It’s about not being ashamed to be awkward. It’s about embracing what makes us different. Perfection and Stereotype are threats to that.

I wouldn’t want perfect love. I want true love, the kind that doesn’t depend on pretending to be better than I am.

To anyone who has ever felt awkward, this is for you. Embrace what makes you unique.

That awkward moment right before you die when you realize you haven’t done enough in life to be considered living.” ~Peregrine Storke~

That awkward moment when you realize the villain you should have drawn into your story was yourself.

but there were many paths to achieving something. Not all of them the right one.

That awkward moment when you realize men are much more agreeable after they’ve eaten.

That awkward moment when you realize you’re more awkward than you thought you were, and it turns out you’re kind of okay with that.” ~Peregrine Storke~

In the real world, we did a lot of things. In the real world, princes didn’t ride on stallions and save princesses from towers. In the real world, they smelled a lot like dirt, sweaty skin, and cotton candy. In the real world, they were friends first. They didn’t fall in love over a first kiss and no conversation. In the real world, they were kind of awkward.

Love could be blind and unforgiving. It often made us feel like we had to change in order to be loved.

It was trying to strive for perfection that destroyed my parents, Foster. I wouldn’t want perfect love. I want true love, the kind that doesn’t depend on pretending to be better than I am.