just saw a woman ask for no seed oils at the shawarma place, the guy says that’s not possible (re: shawarma place), moments later i see her smoking a cigarette on the street. ok gwyneth paltrow
the 8 year old i tutor will be walking down the street with me and be like “that place makes the best coffee in town” and i’ll be like “clara you are eight” and she’ll just smile and say “yeah. i have a little sip sometimes no biggie”
just texted my crush. dnd is turned on, i’m about to clean the entire apartment, scrub the walls maybe, paint a painting, scream, attempt to read, contemplate jumping off the roof, grounding exercises after the contemplation, etc.
this is so real and quite literally i remember being 20 and confused until i sat down and fully envisioned a version of myself that i’d like to be, i mean i wrote lists describing things from habits to passions to character traits to physical appearance. and it worked
in persian culture when someone calls you beautiful, a common reply is “it is your eyes that are beautiful” meaning you must hone beauty in yourself to be able to recognize it in others. everything is a mirror