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I know that sometime I say that I’m a feminist, but is it weird that it really gets me when he says things like
“God, I’m so sorry, the things you say are amazing but I was just so distracted by your body.”
it makes me extraordinarily happy? Maybe it’s because I’ve always gotten the validation that I have a nice personality or that I have smart things to say, but I will forever forever have self image issues.

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I did a thing.

i
woke
up today
and jumped
for the first time
not because i was
scared but because
you took my breath
away good god
you’re just so
beautiful
what
the
actual
fuck it
was like
being in a
romantic comedy
but thats also why
this is one of the most
terrifying things i’ve ever
done and i’m not sure if i
know what im getting
myself into or if this
is actually nothing
at all and i dont
know which
is worse
please
dont
break
me please

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I realized that I wasn’t missing anyone or felt incredibly lonely as much anymore because I’d essentially cut out the things in life that required, as a social construct, company.
Eating meals, lounging, going out have been replaced with coffee on the god, sleeping, and psetting. It’s not healthy and I don’t know how to feel about it.

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In general, I’m just confused by you, because there’s something about you that’s terrifying and sweet and perfect and ridiculously not collected and you’re just like R in so many ways and just like Noah in so many others, and that’s so hard to reconcile, and I hate that I will forever be comparing people to the two of them.
It’s mad crazy though, honestly, how ridiculous and crazy the past two weeks have been for you, but also just how calm and composed you’ve been about the entire thing. Except last night. Last night your roommate came home and kissed me, which admittedly I’m sure I didn’t stop, and which could have been entirely avoided. You had high school crewmates over and one of them had been kicked out of school for raping a girl and you in a lightning fast second basically smacked the shit out of your roommate.
And it was the most tension filled that common room has ever been. Not going to lie though, it was pretty hot.
I still don’t understand how you exist as a person.

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Yes. This is going to happen.
I love making logos.

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Mock Up for Winter Concert

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It’s a Monday, but it’s only hit me just now the significance of what was said in passing Saturday night and why I should take offense to it.
I was walking, waist in arm, with A back home and we were both a little tipsy and it was a lovely night. A rowdy group of guys are walking in the opposite direction, and upon seeing us yelled out “HEY MAN YOU’RE GONNA GET LAID TONIGHT, FUCK YEAH!” to which I was like pretty please. We both knew it wasn’t going to happen but had gotten used to people assuming we did on the reg, and so I replied with a wholehearted “WHOOO YES!”.
Now, it bothers me that the exuberant congratulations was extended towards him, and not me. Because honestly, I feel like I would’ve been the one getting lucky. Why can’t I get a pat on the back for landing someone and for successfully seducing someone?
Not sure if this is feminism or what.

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i feel incredibly sad and alone and i dont know anything that can fix it

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I’ll never forget when you got kicked out of a gay bar for giving head on a couch after 6 tequila shots and a long island.

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For those of you that don’t know, I’m on a cross country trek in China with my family. We’ve gone from Beijing to Urumqi, and honestly, it’s been an adventure of a life time, and so eye opening. I’ve been on a 33 hour train ride and got to see and interact with so many different cultures. It’s been incredible. Stories and pictures forthcoming, hopefully.

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Three best anecdotes of the day: : Me: Dad, you never call mom by her actual name. It’s always 亲爱的(roughly translates to “dearest” or “most beloved” or like, “bæ”). Dad: Well, I call her Sarah sometimes. Me: Sometimes she doesn’t respond to that. Dad: But it means princess. 女婿 standards, set. : Me: Oh wow, look. They have that stuff that grows in front of houses here that you mow, like…it’s green carpet, and…it’s a nice green carpet. Shumei: You mean grass. You need English. It’s a nice lawn. Would you like some ice. : Man walks by with a shirt that says “Good good study, day day up.” Five minutes later, I finally realize it’s not just a nonsensical English shirt, it’s the direct, word for word translation of Mao’s famous “好好学习,天天向上” which means, “Study well, improve daily”. I have never wanted a shirt more in my life.

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  • A: Just pretend you're lesbian for a second and describe her body.
  • Me: ...I don't know how to say tittays in chinese.
  • A: Well, you're useless.
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