a wannabe aesthetic

“Cabin in Vermont.”

If I had to choose a color to describe you, It wouldn’t be red. Red is powerful and vivid and vast. You wouldn’t be Orange - warm, welcoming, and vibrant. You probably wouldn’t be as soft or as bright as yellow. Nor would you be as fresh and wholesome as green. It wouldn’t be blue, either. You are not deep enough or mysterious enough to call yourself blue. You aren’t passionate enough for me to call you indigo and You aren’t loved enough by me to tell you that you are violet. You aren’t a new beginning like the way white makes me feel and you are not as edgy and as beautiful as black. You are a color of your own: bland, monotone, and incomplete. There is no space for you on my color wheel. There is no space for you in my life.

Gender Stereotypes

Maybe, just once, someone will call me ‘sir’ without adding, 'you’re making a scene.’