Thoughts Of Thunk

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i don't really know why it went there

pretty privilege is real, and it sucks. i'm pretty so people will be quiet and hear me speak but nobody actually listens to me. i'm pretty so people will go out of their way to be kind to me, but they always ask for my number right after. i'm pretty so people treat me like a reward for being a good person, and get angry when they don't get it.

me when i go out of my way to be kind to someone and they still find a way to complain about it 🙄

as a french person who doesn't live in france anymore, the french jokes arnt funny. its xenophobia. "out of all the european countries id delete france" ok hun. give me your LV items, give me your channel perfume. delete your paris vision board. change your middle name from marie to something from your country. stop eating patisserie. stop saying déjà vu. give me your silk scarf and leather jacket, stop learning my language at school.

i'll know i've met the one when he realises he's not getting a say in the baby name. like you're telling me im gonna pay for the implant so we don't have to bang, im gonna grow that kid in me for nine months and be hungry the whole way through and then im gonna go through like 9 hours of labour and YOU THINK ITS GETTING YOUR CHOICE OF NAME??? hellll nahhhh. i have a name saved for a boy and a name saved for a girl. if they end up being trans that's ok but they have to take the other name until they're 18. out of all the boys i've dated the one that was hell bent on naming his future daughter isabel pisses me off the most. the mother should always pick, end of.

ONE YEAR CLEAN TODAY GUYS!!!!!!

yk, i can't change the past. i can't erase the things i said and did that i shouldn't have but i can move on. i was 14, i didn't know that being honest about my feelings was that draining, and that's okay. i've distanced myself from all my friends and i've found inner peace and joy, but it hurts blowing out the candles on my one year clean cake alone, because alone was the only way i could do this. they were bad friends, they were jealous and cruel and would take every opportunity to tear me down, but i was draining and self centred and i never reached out to ask them why they treated me the way they did. that's just life, nobody's fully right and nobody's fully wrong. they won't ever get to know the whole story, and honestly neither will i, and that's ok. i've grown and im happy.

(context i go to a prestigious school)

ur sooooo sweet — ✧