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I'm okay with being observed and perceived, but being interpreted is where I draw the fucking line
La collectionneuse | dir. Eric Rohmer (1967)
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Donât take anything personally
me , seeing anything : Itâs A SignÂ
Openly communicating what youâre feeling is SUCH a great feeling. telling someone EXACTLY what youâre feeling. Telling someone WHAT you will not tolerate and what YOU do and DO NOT not like is sooooooo amazing. Say whatever youâre feeling, donât be afraid to be blunt and honest! Always speak your truth.
if i say iâm a leftist donât ask me what branch of leftism do i follow or what old white male revolutionary scholars i have read just know that i want everyone to eat food every day and iâm vibing
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Iâm FED UP of âdatingâ when will I just see someone who sees me and We just both See Each other
im not a people pleaser anymore im a huge cunt now
excuse me if this makes very little sense as i have been drinking and it is almost eleven pm on a wednesday but today i walked into my favourite cafe and the frenchman who makes my coffee, didier, told me about how he had just discovered that the woman who had left as I came in happened to live on the same street as his brother, âisnât the world remarkable?â he said to me. I laughed, âdonât you wonder about how many people you meet on a daily basis that you have something in common with without realising?â
Tonight I had beers with a couple of guys, they were old friends. âHow long have you known each other?â I asked. They laughed, âguess!â Turns our they shared a wetnurse, a connection their mothers didnât discover until they became friends years later.
As I walked to the train I texted my housemate to ask where she was, if she wanted to meet up before we headed home. Suddenly I heard my name called as she ran across the station towards me. âOh how strange, I just messaged you!â
Sometimes the world feels very large and our differences seem unbridgeable. Other days we run into one another over and over again, and I am glad to recognise friends.