i am mine.
before i am ever anyone else’s.
why is it that in movies girls only talk about boys when in real life my girl friends and I talk about fashion, human rights, politics, make up, art, literature, sports, buying cars, renting apartments, family problems, social networking, career aspirations, periods, child birth, university life, how our day went, religion, science, food, academics, sex changes…
literally any & everything besides boys.
me for 3 years straight: “sorry i haven’t been myself lately”
lets have a sleepover on the moon
I used to hate using ‘love’ liberally. I felt it was a sacred word only to be used in very special occasions. Now that I’m older, I’ve come to the realization that love should be shared and felt and received with reckless abandon. Love these characters, love this food, love things in the moment, even if they may seem tiny and insignificant to others. I think it makes life a little more soft around the edges.
me: i’ll cross that bridge when i get to it *immediately gets to it* ah,
