Warning: This is a long one. I’m not going to apologize for it, because I want to be able to come back to this post and remember all of this, because this moment was kind of monumental for me. But in case you’re not in the mood to read, I’ll sum it up here: I met Zachary Levi and he was awesome and kind of made my life.
For those who are willing to continue, here goes.
wear your war paint
whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”
wear your war paint and kick ass