I want to glue acrylics to my fingernails so I can impatiently tap them against my desk when I’m not getting what I need. I want to curl my hair everyday and flip it in the faces of those who can’t see my value. I want people to double take me and my heels clicking down the street, on my way to do business. I want to crush those who think I’m some frilly object beneath those heels. I want to be taken seriously in style.
I want to be a force that shouldn’t be reckoned with.
This week was pretty terrible. Aside from seeing Jon Simmons on Tuesday with my best friends and the boy I like, everything else was pretty shitty. I was sincerely reminded of how absolutely terrible my father is, and I lost a family member. Tonight was a good way to turn things around and I ended up getting put into that mood where you laugh about anything and everything. It was good. I needed that. Tomorrow I’m going to be with all of my friends and I’m going to be staying the night with this boy and that always makes me feel really good. He makes me feel really good. I would not of survived this week as calmly as I did without him. I am actually so infatuated.
the idea of getting flowers is so nice like. i would love flowers. i would love just a flower. you could give me just a fucking petal from a flower and i’d be happy damn