Just before nightfall I decided to take a walk outside. The sky was low, enveloping any object in its reach. It formed a dull, purplish haze - like nothing I’d seen before. The streets were empty. Not a single soul was out. It was oddly peaceful - imagining I was the only one left.
- people: watch your language
- me: oh shit sorry
- attractive person: hi
- me: is this some kind of sick joke
Its almost impossible to study for a midterm when you begin to contemplate the futility of words on paper.
I forgot to miss you. I guess thats why I feel so numb.
Sometimes its not simply a moment, but rather a complete shift in consciousness.
I am literally the worst at flirting:
"you’re really pretty ;)"
"DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE GENOCIDE IN RWANDA SO SAD"
That moment when you give up and decide “not giving any fucks”
But then you realize “well, I should probably give like two fucks, three max”
Don’t tell me. We’re about to go over a huge waterfall
sharp rocks at the bottom?
bring it on
- kid: dad whats a 69
- dad: well son, a 69 is when two people who love each other very much get together with a 6 and a 9 and a 5 6 7 8 [spotlight turns on] [dad breaks into jazz number]
Hopefully this will be the first episode in a series - I have some pretty awesome/crazy dreams, trust me. It should end up going pretty well.
In all reality though, for at least 15 minutes my brain managed to convince itself that this was actually happening.
“man i am so tired” stays up for 3 more hours doing absolutely nothing
OMG WHAT DID I DO!?
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"We teach females that in relationships, compromise is what women do. We raise girls to see each other as competitors, not for jobs or for accomplishments— which I think can be a good thing— but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are. If we have sons, we don’t mind knowing about our sons’ girlfriends, but our daughters boyfriends? ‘God forbid!’ But of course when the time is right, we expect those girls to bring back the perfect man to be their husband. We police girls, we praise girls for virginity, but we don’t praise boys for virginity. And it’s always made me wonder how exactly this is supposed to work out because [laughs] the loss of virginity is usually a process that involves [laughs]….
We teach girls shame. ‘Close your legs!’ ‘Cover yourself!’ We make them feel as though by being born female, they are already guilty of something. And so, girls grow up to be women who cannot say they have desire. They grow up to be women who silence themselves. They grow up to be women who cannot say what they truly think. And they grow up—and this is the worst thing we do to girls—they grow up to be women who have turned pretense into an art form."