Why do men ruin chances for themselves on the first date?

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Why do men ruin chances for themselves on the first date?
I read this on tiktok today
May your homesick tears water the seeds of your dream
And amen.
"Bird" in Davy Jones voice
Why the absolute fuck do I sign up to do a bunch of shit and when the time comes to do it I feel like electrocuting my past self that signed up for all of this.
Edit: Actually I take it back 😗 I would like to thank past me for putting me out there.
Reading old snippets of old diaries and realizing you were an entirely different person in an entirely different set of circumstances. The same hands with which you flip the pages now were the same ones that wrote the words- maybe a bit smaller in size.
It's the strangest feeling in the world and no matter how old I get, rereading old diary entries fills one with such weird nostalgia, bittersweetness and an ache for the past and for your younger self.
imagine being loved the way you love...
To have a rom-com kinda love
sometimes when men - it's nice.
main bhi bahut ajeeb hoon itna ajeeb hoon ki bas
khud ko tabaah kar liya aur malaal bhi nahin
Jaun Elia
The whole drama thats unwrapping around Imane Khelif as she continues through the Olympics as a champion makes me think how hard it is to be a woman of color.
It's this frustrating and utterly helpless situation. You climb up towards success to face women and men from your community that are unsupportive. Once you free yourself from the shackles of cultural misogyny and patriarchy then comes the racism. The never ending race with the world to keep proving your worth. Whether it comes to career, physical attraction, friendship, or remotely anything.
Imagine working so so sO HARD to reach the Olympics and when your hard work is paying off, you're accused of being a man? Can a WoC ever win w/o being used for clout or just for the sake of diversity?
I think WoC are one of the strongest people I know.
More power to you Imane <3
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Aching urge to have a mysterious aesthetic instagram and post my little pictures of whatever. Maybe become a very lowkey influencer whose page just makes you go "ah yes- now this is beauty".
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I feel like when you're leaving the place you went to for vacation, it's also a part of you that you're leaving. Because in a way you become so enveloped in the culture, the people, the lifestyle, the food, the sights. It's like you gain a bit of that place and feel almost at home. And of course to a regular tourist or to a local this sounds very cliche and just utter nonsense. But as an outsider when you go and stay in small apartments in the heart of a village and do things the way the locals do- it's nice to feel like you belong there for a little while.
Or maybe this want or need to belong is something second generation migrants or those inherently have and tend to get sentimental and the smallest of leaving aways :p
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This shall be a collection of whatever comes to mind. Call it a personal blog? Diary or a column where I give unnecessary and unasked opinions.
To give it a poetic or some grand beginning or for me to remember where and when this started. It was 00:52 on the 3rd of August in the picturesque town of Regello, Italy. And I have been having this almost aching feeling to get into writing and using big words again. Get into my 13 year bookworm self again. And also to talk eloquently is an aesthetic I shall now be trying to achieve. In all of the languages I speak.
Anywho to you, I shall now sleep and thus bid thee farewell.
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