As a woman, you can’t look at that face without seeing the façade, but as a girl, it would be easy to convince yourself that such perfection exists.
Two mentors have forced me, thankfully, to reconsider what the fuck I’m doing (or, really, not doing enough of).
These are moments dressed up as salves in themselves, those that we’ve been anxiously waiting for, the “one thing” we need to breathe easier late at night.
Or: watching the most ungraceful part of myself stumble through situations as if she’s blind-folded and drunk.
Day-to-day life does a fairly good job of covering up the bigger picture, with its mundane moments building upon each other to create a thick tapestry of denial, or something like it.
Maybe you didn’t sign up to be holy, but don’t pretend like you don’t revel in that fact, and milk it when it suits you. That holiness is not a switch you can turn off when reality strikes and looks uglier than you’d have liked.
Sometimes it’s very difficult to deal with life’s unanswered questions.
A list of things that are “not hot, not not, just meh.” Today’s roundup includes vloggers, La Mer and eating pizza on the subway.
In most cases, any more-than-friendly vibes are very low on the totem pole, like some inevitable result of biology that you can’t totally shake, but that you’re not trying to act on, either.