Every Time I Get Rejected By A Man I Was Delusional About, I Choose To Become X10 Hotter.

every time I get rejected by a man I was delusional about, I choose to become x10 hotter.

Keep rejecting me. I’ll be unstoppable

Muahhahahahaha (choking)

romance is for the fictional realms

its somewhat equal counterpart in the realm of reality is financial stability

I covet both but since I abide in reality, I am only ever allowed to work towards financial stability.

This heroine gets the plot without the satisfaction of the sweet romantic lead to whisk them away when things get tough.

nostalgia is a bitten fruit left to rot on the ground

remembrance of a more innocent time

a boundless time, during which evenings seemed to last forever in their low lit yellow

my eldest cousin used to climb the neighbor’s tree and throw rose-apples down at us to eagerly catch. after having ran, exploring every strip of the neighborhood - our little kingdom - we’d ravenously bite into the pink flesh of the fruit.

It’s been decades now but if I close my eyes and focus on the suspended memory, I swear I can almost taste that first bite, can almost feel the flowery aroma of the fruit flood my nostrils as my jaw clenches down.

I forgive myself for all the things I didn’t get to do today or lazily delayed to the point of neglect. I forgive myself for the thoughts and ideas that helplessly slipped through the gaps of oblivion.

I forgive myself for not doing more, for not remembering more despite my lists and itineraries.

I am grateful for all that I did get to do and learn. It was a productive day in its own right m, which far exceeded any of my expectations.

Fucking hate my writing lately and the words are scarce and clumsy. There’s no fucking point to it or to anything.

“Don’t judge it. Just write it. Don’t judge it. It’s not for you to judge it.” — Philip Roth