ballets or musicals? art or literature? reader or writer? cafe or library? poetry or prose? art galleries or history museums? silk or velvet? regency or victorian? piano or violin? hardcover or paperback?
if you’re ever trying to get to know a person on a date or whatever, find out when they like to get to the airport. i guarantee it speaks volumes about them. some people know they have a flight at eleven and go, “should i go get breakfast beforehand? i have my boarding pass on my phone, right?” others are like, “i have a car coming to get me at 4:30. i don’t know how long it’ll take to check in and walk down two hallways, better give myself six hours. what? dinner the night before? i can’t. i’m in a whole other mindset right now. i have to weigh a suitcase, take out a sweater, and then weigh it four more times. i have two hard copies of my boarding pass, i emailed it to myself, i have it on my phone, it’s also tattooed to my chest.”
Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?
It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.
a shawl wrapped around the shoulders and you’re wandering the moors in a Brönte novel, feeling melancholic
ok but what is your favorite movie????? the one that you can watch at any time and it just takes you to that special place…. like … you’re real favorite movie, not the movie you tell to impress people 😦 the one that you unashamedly love with all your heart and would prob watch on your final day
cockiness is so attractive to me in a way and it’s so irritating. like it’s annoying. and it annoys me. but the kind of expression and body language that comes with it. the self-satisfied attitude. the smug comments. the eye rolling. the smirking. “come and get me” hand gestures during a fight. eyebrow raising with an air of superiority. it’s just like. fuck you. i’m annoyed right now. i am so annoyed right now. but oh my fuck i am also so very, very attracted right now
i hate that i’m so absent as a person. i don’t start conversations. i can barely maintain them. i’m so weary and spaced out all the time to the point where i can’t even keep up small talk and i’m just so disappointed in myself