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Sorry for those that actually read my tumblr, but this post is just a placeholder for a rant that I’m filing away elsewhere.
When you come across a pen that writes absolutely beautifully and smoothly.
you’re like:
and then when you lose it you’re like:
Not sure if that first gif really captures what I feel when I find an awesome pen. More like I start writing stupid shit so I can prolong the sweet sweet feeling of a writing with a good pen. Otherwise, this post is accurate.
I am shameless about stealing pens I find in public spaces, even if they don’t write terribly well.
(Source: duperyy, via retrocontent)
Dreams vs. Ambitions
- [Not a verbatim account of a conversation I had with my Twiney]
- Me: I wish I was paid to dress pretty every day.
- Twiney: You could. You could become one of those fashion bloggers. [Insert some famous Italian fashion blogger name]'s paid ridiculous amounts of money to dress nicely, or decently, every day and let people take pictures of her.
- Me: Yeah, but I don't think I have the talent or ability to pull off that kind of job.
- Twiney: Sometimes it's not even about how good you are. Like, not all of [that Italian fashion blogger]'s outfits are amazing. Some of them are just okay. Like, she looks decent. You just have to be dedicated. You have to dedicate all of your time. All of her time is spent thinking about what outfit she's going to wear next.
- I can see where she's coming from, but as much as I like dressing up, I could never obsess THAT much about my daily outfits and current fashion. It just gets too hectic at some point. Not to mention, being expected to never wear an outfit twice? What a waste!
- Off-topic, but I split infinitives like no other. I would just like you all to know that I am aware and I purposely do it.
Loyalty
I may be loyal to a fault, but I’ve already begun to embrace that part of me. Once I decide that you’re someone I hold dear, you’ll find that it’s hard to shake me off. As you know, I hate losing people.
When I say I value you, I’m not promising that I’ll never hurt you or that I’m expecting you to do the same. When I say I support you, it doesn’t mean that I’ll roll up my sleeves and get in a fight with everyone that stands in your way. When I say I love you, it doesn’t mean that I expect us to stay close and in touch for the rest of our lives. When I say any of those things, it means that I’ll always hope you are/will be happy and find your way in the world. It means that even if you push me away and hurt me multiple times in the process, I’ll struggle to ever genuinely hate you and eventually will forgive. It means that I’ll listen whenever you’re having a hard time and do whatever is in my power to help.
Anyone who knows me well knows that I do not have a poker face. If I ever say “I love/support/value you” and I look like I mean it … believe me. I can only hope you feel the same. I can only ask that you not be cruel once you know.
My loyalty may not mean much, because all it really promises is emotional support. But at least it’s steadfast. At least it’s genuine.
[Edit: Okay. Not all of this is true. Who am I kidding? I’m human. Do I even want to be this “noble?” I can try, but I’m bound to break a promise here and there.]
