dreamy

there is no audience to perform for, there is no approval, no admiration to attain. there is no role worth playing, there is no one to convince. let it go

jelly fish are gonna out-exist us because they don’t know things and they don’t pretend to that’s how it should be

bitches will bring a million things to do on a train ride or long car trip and then spend the entire time looking out the window and daydreaming. i’m bitches

god im reading a text about romance fiction (especially targeted at young adults) for class and one sentence in it literally made my brain explode because ive been thinking about this kind of stuff too, how “Many people wouldn’t fall in love if they’ve never heard about it before.” and like…imagine there was no ideal/overaccentuated image of love and romance painted in postmodern mass media….how would we love? would it be purer? more authentic? what would we do differently? would we fall in love at all if we werent constantly being fed an ideal concept of love as the norm in mass media? like what is a natural process of human feelings and what is just a projection of how we want to love and want to be loved based on what we’ve seen on tv and read in books etc? in this essay i will

w … wh … where’s the rest of the essay, op? 

being a woman is just constantly hating your immediate present self and then looking back and hating your past self for not appreciating your beauty and opportunities at that time and it just goes on like. forever

got 4 words for ya: bagel and cream cheese. here’s another: coffee…..

womanhood is like. *has a dream about being stalked* *has a complicated relationship with ur mother* *writes poetry in the notes app* *is antagonized purposely by male coworker* *looks in the mirror for a long time* *shares knowing looks with ur female friends* *shares everything w your female friends* *has a dream about your mothers trauma* *shares trauma with every woman alive* *avoids looking in the mirror*

shoutout to peach ice tea