Idea for a two-volume book series:Book one:
a life-affirming story about pretentious teens with superiority complexes who have experiences and give nauseatingly quotable musings on philosophy and what it means to be alive, which often involves their enjoyment of books and tea and their condescending view of the popular kids as sheep
the same exact story, except this time it's being narrated by the teacher who has to deal with these asshole kids on a daily basis but is legally barred from saying "are you fucking kidding me" when they say some pretentious bullshit about how they prefer the smell of old books to the taste of alcohol. The teacher is re-telling the story to her friend at the bar, and her friend refuses to accept that these children could POSSIBLY be as pretentious as she makes them sound
[Reminding myself that shit will pass is] not how I use music when I am suffering, when I’m in a hard place: I use it to suffer more. I listen to stuff that makes me feel worse—that is just sort of how I am. You know, the “cry it out” style of sleep training that some people use? (Not us, I want to point out.) I am still crying it out, and someday I hope to get some sleep.
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straight boys don’t shut their mouths because their lips would be touching and that’s gay
19th & 20th century tiaras
not wanting me.
the beginning of me.
— The Hurt (Nayyirah Waheed)