Do you ever try to fix problems that need fixing, and, although you've (sort of) stopped relying on that semi-destructive thing you were doing, you live life in flat slow motion where everything is sludgy and uncomfortable? It's all kind of sore/achy in a really acutely passive-aggressive way and you just wish you could snort glitter or something to send everything into a rush of sped-up nebulae and warm feelings and light and fluffy melted sugar?
There comes a time in every genuinely bitter girl's life where she just notices the scowls/disregard on other peoples' faces when she is present. She politely asks someone to spit out their gum and the gum chewer is like, 'huh' and lemon girl is like 'uh uh i can't really concentrate i mean um i'm sorry and stuff i mean you can keep chewing if you want but like uh.' She just realizes that...things aren't OPEN.
There are people who stand in closed circles, talking, laughing, and brushing their arms up against one another. Yucky-Splenda-after-taste is sitting, cross-legged, staring into space and playing with her shoelaces.
Many more people would like tonic water if it wasn't for the quinine.
THAT IS THE END OF VAGUE AND 'HYPOTHETICAL' RAMBLING (or just yearning for other peoples' empathy)
I saw the movie, Submarine for the 1.63th time (approximately) and I think it's one of the best movies I've seen in a long time.
The painful awkwardness and wince-inducing screwing-up was so honest and everyone was just really cute in an unconventional way. It was like hot chocolate, a warm throat hug, but also a sticky, sickly sweet mess.
On Black Friday, I met up with my frand Chin from this mystical magical place of amazingness. Here's a video I put together of our day.
i would strongly suggest watching this in HD
also, the other two people in the video are kate and kofi