Met this girl in Cambodia that fights She told me she used to box Her father taught her Her mother cried whenever she fought Her mother wouldn’t cook them dinner when she was mad She told me “I am fierce as a tiger 🐯”
Again, I love mess. I only went to high school for a year before leaving to do independent study (I thought I was gonna be famous but ended up working at the mall so I lost the ability to write with a pencil for basically no reason) and the thing I always found myself missing was a good tussle. I remember this one foggy morning when two girls duked it out in front of the bathroom stall while I shat before first period choir class and I can’t help but smile. A public fight is a beautiful, erotic thing; it’s a flash in the pan of boundless energy and unfettered passion, providing a very primal catharisis that words just cannot. When these moments are captured on camera, I can live vicariously through my fourteen year old self who was once the gleeful Snapchat voyeur at the scene of the crime. Reddit and Twitter are rife with great fight pages if you ever need to indulge yourself with something feral and nasty.
I’m tired of the well rounded stories I see on instagram, like “little boy who saved ten cats from house fire wins award” or some crap. Why is it so satisfying when we hear a simple story that is easy to process. i want to hear a story that doesnt make sense I want to hear a story that is only halfway finished I want to see a picture and not understand what it means Not everything needs meaning Im tired of meaning There is more beauty in confusing, meaningless narratives They better reflect real life