But really, what the fuck am I still doing on here? Even if this asshole messages me as a joke, I’m fucking sick of this shit. Fucking sick of putting myself out there, having the rare occasion of meeting and connecting with someone just to have it disappear in the blink of an eye and end up feeling more lonely than I was originally.
So very alone, and I’m afraid it’s all my fault.
Dr. Costello was probably the highlight of my day. We spoke in English, he treated me like an adult without judging me. I felt respected and cared for, if just for 15 minutes by my program director.
How anyone could want to be alone in this world is beyond me. How people survive loneliness baffles me. Thank god for Sarah, at least.
you’re really strange and it makes you quirky but also crazy?
yep. still wouldn’t have it any other way, though.
— (via meansofdistraction)
“I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.”
—Anaïs Nin
Holy fucking shit Gavin McInnes is too funny.
Wow wow wow. Labiaplasty down under (pun intended).
A little sad I don’t have any grand plans for NYE, but at the same time I will still remember this day even though when it boils down to it it’s just another friggen’ day. When I think of where I was two NYE ago and last NYE, I feel content to keep progressing and moving forward. Happy to be in Paris.
c’est quoi, la vie ?
It was all pictures of modelesque brunette women posing. They didn’t look like typical pornstars, but they were all very thin and kind of generic looking. And there was the usual feeling of objectification in the photos. So I judged him.
“I’ll show you, it’s meant to be porn, but I think it’s really pretty and expressive.”
I went to youtube and pulled up Aki Hoshino’s “Sneaker Lover” video, which for the past two years had been the height of beauty and expression to me, even though it was just meant to be softcore porn.
“Well, there’s definitely a feeling of vulnerability…” he said.
He didn’t seem to get why I was so moved by it.
I wondered if maybe men are incapable of understanding something like this as anything other than something that’s meant to get them off.
"— Adrien Brody by Marie Calloway
So apparently this exists.
— Lonely Lonely, Feist
Don’t you wish that we could forget that kiss
And see this for what it is
That we’re not in love
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn’t the ending so much as the start
It was hard to tell just how I felt
To not recognize myself
I started to fade away
And after all it won’t take long to fall in love
Now I know what I don’t want
I learned that with you
how much time you can spend on the internet in just one day? i mean, of course the internet is a fascinating gateway to literature, music, opinions, social networks, advice columns, games, etc. but c’mon some of us have to buckle down at complete our final exams already.
study time tomorrow. i swear.
so proud of myself
