being romantically frustrated is 1000000 worse than being sexually frustrated because you can get yourself off but you can’t spoon with yourself and kiss your own forehead
It’s so easy to wish your life away, to waste the time you have here by romanticising the time you may at one point have somewhere else. If I live in New York, I can put fairy lights on my fire escape, and I’ll sit there at two in the morning drinking tea and watching my lover sleep; if I blow all my money on a villa in Greece for a month, I’ll be able to finish my book there, and I’ll come back with stories that will inspire my friends into travelling themselves one day; my Polaroids would look so much better if I lived in Brick Lane instead of Brisbane.
It’s so easy to wish your life away, but we don’t have as much time as we think we do, darlings.
Know what else is easy? It’s so easy to take steps, small as you like, towards turning the life you have right now into the life you’ve always wanted. Put aside some money each week with which to buy yourself flowers and magazines - or whatever makes you happy, which for me is flowers and magazines - and display them somewhere prominent; if you keep thinking about how an alcohol cabinet in your shitty sharehouse would make parties much more fun, and lonely nights a little warmer, then start building your collection today; sign up to newsletters that tell you about artisan markets, about secret shows, about new restaurants that open up and actually make the effort to go to these things, enjoy yourself, take pictures if you need to remind yourself that you were there.
Come back to me in six months and tell me you don’t love your city."
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when you feel your clothes fresh out of the oven
OKAY SO I REALIZED I USED OVEN INSTEAD OF DISHWASHER BUT I KINDA FORGOT WHAT IT WAS CALLED AND USED THE NEXT BEST GUESS I COULD THINK OF
It’s called a washing machine
i think its a dryer like who would be feeling wet ass clothes
this post is a fucking train wreck
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