I wish the ideas of ”the more you hear something, the more you believe it” and ”the more you see something, the more beautiful you think it is” applied to my thoughts about myself being pretty.
I’ve heard it plenty of times from plenty of different people, and it never sounds any more convincing.
And the more I look in the mirror the uglier my reflection becomes.
Honestly sometimes I wonder what the fuck you guys are seeing.
being called cute names and being complimented didn’t make me feel so flustered and confused.
I’m really bad at this.
I discovered something last night:
Saying “I’m not going to drink much tonight” basically guarantees that in the next 12 hours you will drink enough alcohol to kill a water buffalo and make a lot of really bad decisions.
"You’re so nurturing when you’re drunk."
Someone last night; great, guess I’ll make a great alcoholic mother.
My thoughts this morning:
“I’m so goddamn hungry.”
“Wait - Where am I?”
“Who is that?”
“Whose clothes are these?”
“Why is there crumpled paper everywhere?”
“… Is that a time machine?”
“Why am I on the floor?”
It’s one of those mornings where I know I’m going to have a lot of friend requests and texts from people I don’t remember.
I need to stop watching Gaspar Noé films in the middle of the night.
I have been dancing around my apartment in my underwear instead of studying.
I want to go back to Honduras now, thanks.
Well fuck me sideways.
I’m going to fail this exam.
SUMMER SCHOOL IS OFF TO A GOOD START.
Have you ever actually listened to didgeridoo music? It makes me feel like I’m in an entirely different universe.