a hundred million suns and stars

i think sometimes we forget that “prude shaming” is just as bad as “slut shaming”. in the end, it’s all about the woman’s choice. if she wants to indulge in sexual behavior, that’s cool. but if she wants to abstain from it, that’s cool, too.


days off are not for socializing.

days off are for going to bed in the same clothes you woke up in.


as an american who watches british television, i have a two second-long freakout every time those goddamn brits drive down the wrong side of the road. then i collect myself and realize that there (probably) isn’t an imminent car crash coming and go back to watching too much british tv and wishing i was actually british.


I’m probably the most competitive person I know, except that the only person I compete against is myself.


I swear my leg hair grows back in seconds. that shit could win world records man.


Why must travel be so expensive? 

Sometimes I just want to leave everything and travel around the world, absorb all these new sighs, sounds, cultures, foods, ways of life. But I don’t have thousands and thousands of dollars lying around to do this. The need to travel and explore is sometimes so strongly embedded into my heart that not being able to depresses me greatly. 

Some day, I tell myself. Some day I’ll fulfill my dreams. 

I get bored easily. I lose interest easily. Life can go from vibrant to dull in a matter of days. I often dislike change when it is change that is holding me down.

I crave knowledge, language, literature, tastes, smells, and sounds from different parts of the world.

I often ask myself why knowledge is so costly. The average person cannot merely board a plane or a boat and sail away to educate themselves on different cultures. You’re either born privileged or you’re born with the means to become privileged. 

It seems like such a shame that the wanderlust of so many individuals will never be satisfied due to the chains of society.


story of my life:

  • falling in love with the character that fandom hates


I bought my first pair of skinny jeans with help from the sales consultant. I spend quite a bit of money on them because I want to make sure if I’m stuffing my curvy thighs into these things, they at least look decent and last me a while. 

And while I initially felt awkward in them, since I’ve been a bootcut girl all my life, the more I get used to seeing myself in them, the sexier I feel. I have curves. Why should I be ashamed of showing those off? Who says that the only body type that can wear skinny jeans are skinny girls? Sure, skinny girls look hot in skinny jeans, but why can curvy girls, too? 

So today I’m owning it. I’m wearing my skinny jeans out for the first time. And I feel amazing.


things i should remember but don’t:

  • important dates
  • what i had for breakfast
  • my own phone number
  • the punchline to a joke

things i end up remembering:

  • P. Sherman 42
    Wallaby Way, Sydney