Broken-hearted girls are prettier

When I go into metaphor mode, I like to interpret everything I hear as a metaphor, or skew it into that shape.

Holding on to a blue scooter, a girl says to her mother, I don’t want to wear my helmet.
Her mother says, do you know why you need to wear your helmet?
Yeah, but I’m not scootering!
Yes you are scootering.
No, I don’t want to scooter! I’m too hot!

And I go, little girl, aren’t we all, in a sense, too hot to scooter? But we must. In life, we must scooter.

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Someone once said to me, broken-hearted girls are prettier.

How important do you think looks are?

“Crucial.”

Then, simple. We break our hearts as many times as we are able.

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From a book I am barely reading: The universe conspires to give us what we want.

This is fiction. Partly accurate, wholly not.

The universe conspires.