I’m not sure why I posted “It’s a trap”, I don’t know what actually could be a trap. But anyway.
I managed to effectively not talk to him all night, with him in the room, whilst maintaining a mask of partying perfection in which I was terribly witty and clever (but mostly just drunk) and continuing pretty much as normal. Excellent.
I may have already told you about the onesies, I think it’s an excellent plan personally. And I’ve certainly wanted one for a while.
Okay, I’ve gone through a couple of stages of blame here. Some of it to you, some of it to me.
There is a balance, but really. You are being a douchebag, I understand that if I hadn’t spent the past 2 weeks building you up to be someone with qualities you clearly do not possess then this wouldn’t be so upsetting. But then again, if you were the man that you’ve always presented to me, you’d be closer to the truth, and you wouldn’t be hurting me anyway.
We know each other well, so I’m not too sure what it is you’re trying to pull here. And if this is just a thing that you wanted to happen, and you’re not trying to pull anything. What the fuck were you trying to pull the week before I went to Southwell?
I don’t know where your head is at right now. But you’re certainly not considering anyone else. We’re being alienated by you and I’m not sure if you know it.
I’m going home tomorrow. And I would be happy to go home right now without seeing you. No lie.
“We need to reclaim the word ‘feminism’. We need the word feminism back real bad. When statistics come in saying that only 29% of American women would describe themselves as feminist - and only 42% of British women - I used to think, What do you think feminism IS, ladies? What part of ‘liberation for women’ is not for you? Is it freedom to vote? The right not to be owned by the man you marry? The campaign for equal pay? ‘Vogue’, by Madonna? Jeans? Did all that good shit GET ON YOUR NERVES? Or were you just DRUNK AT THE TIME OF THE SURVEY?”—Caitlin Moran (via neverjustanordinarygirl)
“I can’t believe we’ve got to a point where it’s basically costing us money to have a fanny. They’re making us pay for maintenance and upkeep of our lulus, like they’re a communal garden. It’s a stealth tax. Fanny VAT. This is money we should be spending on THE ELECTRICITY BILL and CHEESE and BERETS. Instead, we’re wasting it on making our Chihuahas look like a skanky Lidl chicken breast. God DAMN you, mores-of-pornography-that-have-made-it-into-my-pants. GOD DAMN YOU.”—Caitlin Moran (via neverjustanordinarygirl)
Do you know one of the great things I've learnt from uni?
When you get upset, or put down. Don’t lie there in the dirt, pick yourself up, brush yourself off and carry on like nothing hurts. There’s a whole wide world to deal with, one hiccup isn’t the end of the line.