dishes rental place isn’t getting back to me and whatever maybe we’ll eat on paper plates i don’t even CARE
- that’s pretty much it
- that’s all that’s left
we’ve taught girls to romanticise nearly everything a boy does. when i was younger i thought it was cute that boys chased the girl even after she said no. i loved it when after a girl moved away from a kiss, the guy would pull her back and force it on. i thought a guy saying ‘i won’t take a no for an answer’ was passionate and romantic. we’re literally always teaching girls to romanticise abusive traits.
tonight i’m angry for my 15 year old self. what do i do with this anger? how can i be productive?
Kenneth hummed something that sounded vaguely like the trololo song and we started to imagine a wedding where that was the bridal processional. He could wear cargo shorts and a fedora and our vows could include phrases such as “for never alone” and “so commitment, very trust, wow” I hate the internet