a letter to my thirteen year old self by laufey

you had always despised your curly hair. you didn’t understand how to take care of it.

you just brushed it dry and it proofed up. it didn’t make any sense. other girls could brush their hair and it would not poof up like that.

you thought it looked bad all the time. you just wanted it to look good, but you didn’t know how.

when you met jason, he loved your hair. even if it was all poofed up. he was absolutely determined to gind out how to take care of your curly hair correctly.

you two were sitting on jason’s bed in cabin 1, jason wetting down your hair with a spray bottle, running a hairbrush through your hair. you were yapping about how much you hated your hair, how much effort it took to take care of it.

jason suddenly interrupts you.

“hey, don’t worry about your curly hair, deliciae. i love your curly hair. youll learn how to take care of your curly hair, and if you don’t want to do it, I’ll do it for you. okay, love?”

he asked, momentarily restraining from brushing your hair. he looked at you, a loving look in his pale blue eyes