You obviously don’t know me well enough, no day in my life is typical or goes as planned ahaha. The only thing my days have in common is a constant desire for self-betterment.
Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.
I’m all for jokes, they’re hilarious sometimes, but I’m very much against sexism and if you know me you know I stay away from the words slut and whore because I believe women’s sexuality should be just as free as men’s and etc etc. Sexism at its roots is just another stereotype. I’m really against generalizations and stereotypes as a whole; I won’t generalize what a woman should or shouldn’t be, it really doesn’t affect me. I treat every person individually and the level of respect I show depends on the level of respect I feel they’ve earned, so sexism isn’t anything I’m even near I think.
It doesn’t matter because she is still hung up on her ex and she wouldn’t go for me anyways aaaand I know that she’s known multiple times that I’ve liked her, so, it doesn’t matter. She just so adorable doe..
Spending the night in, just me and my thoughts.
