This blog is essentially a love letter to myself.
Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
It doesn’t hurt because if you keep hurting the same part of you again and again and again, the nerve endings all die. And when that happens, that part of you goes numb. That’s why it doesn’t hurt. Don’t be proud of it.
You were just watching porn with the volume really loud and when I asked you to turn it down you said that you needed to watch other people have sex because you traded in your vagina for whiskey.
Just because someone desires you, it does not mean that they value you.
Read it over.
Let those words resonate in your mind.
Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision.
A rose plant in a field of wheat is a weed.
A wheat plant in a field of roses is a weed.
I think the reason why twentysomethings are so fixated on age is because we feel a pressure to be a certain way at 23, at 25, at 29. There are all of these invisible deadlines with our careers and with love and drinking and drugs. I can’t do coke at 25. I need to be in a LTR at 27. I can’t vomit from drinking at 26. I just can’t! We feel so much guilt for essentially acting our age and making mistakes. We’re obsessed with this idea of being domesticated and having our shit together. It’s kind of sad actually because I don’t think we ever fully get a chance to enjoy our youth. We’re so concerned about doing things “the right way” that we lose any sense of pleasure in doing things the wrong way. Youth may be truly wasted on the young.
You’re just like Halston when he sold his brand to JC Penny; you’ve forsaken your destiny!
|Him:||Can I get your number?|
|Me:||I'm sorry. I don't have a phone. *proceeds to use iPhone 5S to blog incessantly*|
If we were to have our own queer oriented show on HBO based in San Francisco its TV Guide description would be “Grieving: Two widows wear black for longer than a year.”