“I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours.”—Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.” (via 5000letters)
Its so hard instagram creeping. was checking out the pics of a sister of a v. casual friend (as in we only hang & talk when we both happen to be at the same place) and accidentally liked a v. hawt pic of a super cool girl who I like but also slept with a certain boy!!!! Embarrassing!!!! so I panicked, woke my sister up, unliked it, changed my username and made my prof. private, naturally.
“She had stayed a virgin so she wouldn’t be called a tramp or a slut; had married so she wouldn’t be called an old maid; faked orgasms so she wouldn’t be called frigid; had children so she wouldn’t be called barren; had not been a feminist because she didn’t want to be called queer and a man-hater; never nagged or raised her voice so she wouldn’t be called a bitch… She had done all that and yet, still, this stranger had dragged her into the gutter with the names that men call women when they are angry.”—
Fannie Flagg | Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe (1987)
Marin came over early this afternoon and we got lunch and I was talking with him to the train and he asked me something about if he calculated the temp from celsius to Fahrenheit correctly, the only answer I could come up with was, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening to the question I was too busy thinking about how comfortable my underwear are.”