this is an incredibly unoriginal take, i know, but sometimes itās nice to just have someone to hold and be held.
to have a person.
solitude is nice,
but iām experiencing the fleeting yet grounding feeling for the first time in my life that i am utterly helpless in the arms of another. it is not obsession in the traditional sense. it is not settling for what you can get. itās a feeling that i couldnāt possibly articulate. itās the visceral and raw pulling in my chest at the thought of my person.
i donāt know exactly what this feeling is but itās the loveliest and most nauseating notion i have ever had.
confession time !! I feel extraordinarily mediocre at everything I do. itās everywhere: english class, hockey practice, every social interaction Iāve ever experienced. I always hear āyouāre doing just fineā, but that feels like what they say to 8 year olds who canāt read yet. itās like Im always 1 step behind being āimpressiveā. why do I want that for myself anyway? I choke on the feeling of being average so viscerally, that I become just so. anyway, if this is relatable to anyone the most helpful advice Iāve ever received on the matter is to shut up! stop comparing yourself to everyone around you! thanks :)
Currently in season 3 of Sex and the City and can someone please explain to me why these girls keep leaving each other at random events in New York City??? i started to wonder ā¦.
3 of them at the club will get bored and leave one of them behind with some random MAN???
this is how i know the show was not in fact written by women. under no circumstances do best friends leave each other in crowded parties with only one stranger to suffice. do better guys š