this was supposed to be the summer of slut behavior but instead i’m at Pottery Barn spending $79 dollars on a throw pillow. shopping for home decor is the most sexless thing you can do, no one who’s getting fucked good thinks about the color palette of their kitchen. i miss my apartment in the south, where all i owned was an IKEA bookshelf, a plastic lipstick organizer, and an ugly brown couch that was great for being bent over. now my living room looks like a pinterest board and the only stains on my velvet pink chesterfield are from honey mustard.
"at this point, telling people i’m ~focusing on self-love~ is just a face-saving way to say “i’m lonely as fuck but these $30 soy wax candles that smell like a city i can’t afford to live sure do help!”" is so REAL - i wish i could quote this entire post to myself in the bathroom mirror every morning when the loneliness creeps in a little too hard!!! this was such a beautifully honest piece i'm obsessed
heard. we're not made to be disconnected creatures, and no amount of consumption will change that. love and affection and touch and validation are essential as breath and water. maybe 'self-love' is just capitalism's attempt to make you fill the void left by everything real it has taken away.
"at this point, telling people i’m ~focusing on self-love~ is just a face-saving way to say “i’m lonely as fuck but these $30 soy wax candles that smell like a city i can’t afford to live sure do help!”" is so REAL - i wish i could quote this entire post to myself in the bathroom mirror every morning when the loneliness creeps in a little too hard!!! this was such a beautifully honest piece i'm obsessed
heard. we're not made to be disconnected creatures, and no amount of consumption will change that. love and affection and touch and validation are essential as breath and water. maybe 'self-love' is just capitalism's attempt to make you fill the void left by everything real it has taken away.
here's to fewer things, and more connection. 🌱