"There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”."
―My First Name Ain’t Baby: ‘Hey Baby’ and Street Harassment (via deathbeforediet)
appreciate brown eyes more bc the people with brown eyes are grown up forcing to believe fuckin blue and green and grey are beautiful and either detest or get incredibly happy when someone compliments their eye color stop letting this happen
I have blue eyes but I love brown eyes. I think they are the prettiest.
no, I don’t.
I don’t think it will happen.
some days I think he does and some days I don’t think he has any feelings at all.
he was the light, for me. there’s other stuff about life that I enjoy but I can’t really fathom being in love with anyone else. it feels like that part of life is over.
he’s my heart.
I mean… the reason I could do all that is because foi gras, champagne, etc are way cheaper in France than in the US. I spent 600 euros while I was there, which is a pretty reasonable budget for a vacation I think.
In Paris I
In Paris I
Walked around in the rain listening to
Dion and The Shangri-las
Rode around in a cab listening to Sam Cooke
Broke a few nails
Ate foi gras for breakfast, lunch and dinner
Ate foi gras in a bubble bath with champagne
Walked in circles with Dorian trying to be platonic
Drank espresso in the rain.
Drank wine in the sun.
Spoke English. Spoke Spanish. Butchered French.
Looked at old books of paintings
Looked at old paintings in museums
Bought a vintage Celine and Emmanuelle Khanh sunglasses
Got a tattoo for Baudelaire
Kissed a (French) boy (or two)
Went to places people told me not to go
Did drugs on Jeremy’s living room floor while we listened to Lee Moses
In Paris I did not
Go to the Eiffel Tower
Stop loving you
Find a way out
Maybe next time.
I went to art school. I used to be a waitress, for like 10 years. It sucked. Now I don’t have a full time job, but work with a free health clinic for sex workers and am going back to school in the fall. Yayyyy.