i think i’ve pinpointed what all this random mopiness about boys that’s happening to me lately is. because i literally give less than zero shits about dating and romance right now and i’m not quite gutsy enough to tackle something casual, either; so like, why do i suddenly feel like listening to “someone like you” on repeat with a bucket of ice cream and a bridget jones’ diary marathon?
my problem is that, as someone who needs to get to know someone before she’s attracted to them, i want someone who knows me to be attracted to me.
i want to be taken seriously. i want to be taken truthfully.
so thank you to those who have expressed interest recently but i don’t know you and so i am probably going to just run fast and far. sorry. ish.
If you don’t strategically eat your food so that the last bites to go in your mouth are the tastiest look at your choices
Teresa Hubbard and Alexander Birchler: Filmstills - The End
when you’re sexually attracted to just about every damn thing and it seems like every damn thing is sexually attracted to you but you’re only romantically attracted to one in a billion… and that one has zero interest in you.
weeeeelcome to my life.