About A Girl With Kaleidoscope Eyes . . .
23, cisgender, bisexual, working class background, trying to become a teacher, living in Denver, trying to learn Scottish Gaelic but I'm awful at languages. I blog whatever. . . Warning, I sometimes blog about my depression, anxiety, or PTSD.
Sometimes I hate fate. On Sunday I think I met my soulmate (if I really believed in those), but he’s leaving the state and then the country at the end of the month and I might never see him again.
I know he can’t stay, but if he could, I’d let myself love him.
You know, it’s just real fucking nice when you tell a “friend” that you feel they don’t value your friendship and then they tell you directly that they never really consider you a friend.
i just read a washington post article on romcoms aging poorly due to the pushiness (and oft-stalkery conduct) of the male characters therein, and it got me thinking about pride and prejudice, and specifically darcy saying, “one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”
because, like, that’s the seldom-portrayed romantic dream in the patriarchal hellscape that is our world, isn’t it?
a dude being willing to say, “i understand if you don’t feel the same way about me, and i’ll leave you alone forever about this if my attention is unwanted.”
so simple, yet so wonderful in its basic human decency
When I was little I wanted to be Italian REALLT badly bc I loved the movie cars and specifically had a crush on this fucking THING
Which doesn’t speak English at all, all it’s line are in Italian and it’s name is GUIDO. And everyone knew I was obsessed with Italy in elementary school but they didn’t know why bc I, even as a young autistic child, had the sense to know this was a rightfully so, highly mockable thing. So I would read about cars on IMDB and then one day someone posted a crackfic on the message boards there and it was about this guy getting drunk and beating his wife, and it snapped me out of my fugue long enough to realize how absurd wanting to be Italian was, but then it made me cry really hard and my parents were like ‘hey what the fuck’ and I didn’t have the chutzpah to admit anything so I told them I saw a naked lady online and then they went into the computer and found all the weird south park midi songs I downloaded on lime wire and I thought they were literally going to kill me for about two weeks.
if you needed proof that i’m really not cut out for the casual environment of teaching from my living room, just know that today i almost ruined a 20 minute long video i was recording about romano-british culture because i almost said “this dude fucks” while talking about the bitchin outfits worn by british chieftains