Being probably one of the only NYC teens who gets labeled a flower child & has never touched a joint in her entire life; I think I experienced my first high yesterday.
Do you ever just witness something so beautiful and so monumental that you just want to scream or get it tattooed all over your body? Like in the moment... You are infinite.
Yesterday, I walked out of the Sunshine Cinema movie theater on Houston Street feeling like I owned the city blocks and could accomplish anything. Having read Stephen Chbosky's novel The Perks of Being A Wallflower almost two years ago, I went into the film open minded, expecting just visuals of what the book had represented. Within the first few moments of my eyes having watched what I can openly & honestly call the most beautiful hour and forty- two minutes of my life, I knew that this would not be another story in which the hipsters would claim was butchered in film.
In order to say all of these things with confident truth, I made sure that once I got home (which was after I fell asleep on the R train and ended up in Brooklyn) I re-read Chbosky's novel. Turning the pages, I still found myself engrossed with the open ended questions in which he insinuates the answer to, without ever really allowing us to know the true explanation. The way in which he leaves you to finish the story with your own explanations makes it all the more relatable and fresh.
Being the owner of over 150 books, most being romance novels (I'm still a teenage girl, don't judge) I have to say, although within it's self it may not be categorized 'romance', it is still the most beautiful love story one may ever lay eyes on. Sorry, Shakespeare.
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