sitting in the hostel kitchen, after arriving home at 8am, still with full smudged face of makeup (including obnoxious glitter eyeshadow) and a bow in my hair and jaw clenching and I probably smell of sweat and cigarettes. meanwhile everyone around me is eating their cereal and drinking their orange juice.
don’t smoke cigarettes though.
last night I went to a Polish girl’s birthday party with Tata, the theme was stripes, but neither of us wore stripes. we stood almost in one spot the whole night and let people come to us, which they did, and had meaningful eye contact every time PRBG walked past. I told the arrogant but harmless Spanish boy to stop swearing so much in English, without success, and helped Tata tell a million lies about her life, some of which people actually believed.
afterwards we went to la Luna which is the best bar here (though I lost Tata on the way and ended up alone there with a whole group of polacas). in the bathroom alone at one point with PRBG we, like, both fixed our faces at the same time in the mirror - which is weird, like, the slightly-more-femme-than-my-‘type’ thing. I was super happy when my Irish friend arrived and we ordered drinks and then PRBG was suddenly there, she had her arm around me, which was unprecedented, and she said they were leaving, come. I convinced them to stay longer and shared my drink with them, without realising that the polacas can drink. we went to another bar, and this time I lost my Irish friend on the way, so I was alone again and I was talking to her (you know who) and we were close and there was a moment, you know, oh god, and then the lights came on and it was ridiculous.
on the street PRBG and another polaca tried to teach me to swear in Polish and I said I only wanted to learn nice things so they taught me something else, which I can’t remember. next bar, lights off again, we danced (ie PRBG and I, kind of close, oh god how do I write this) and she went to the bathroom and idk, was that meant to mean something? because another polaca came up to me and said ‘—— says to go to the bathroom’ so I did and it was like a scene out of the fucking L Word, like what has my life come to. anyway I was drunk.
when everyone was walking home we walked kind of separate from the rest of them and talked and it was nice, she was cute. now she’s leaving, so this probably where this tag ends but like, look at that story arc, I wrote a lot of things and some things actually happened.
i made out with Polish red beanie girl
I am looking through pages and pages of my blog to find things to use for an assignment due tomorrow (lol) and I feel nostalgia setting in and I’m going to reblog a whole lot of things, I think.
heart eyes @ girls with buzz cuts
stand up for girls and women who don’t like to read. stand up for girls and women who can’t read. stand up for girls and women with low IQs. stand up for girls and women who can’t write. stand up for girls and women whose access to education has been prevented. for those with learning disorders. for those who mix up “your” and “you’re” because it’s not that big a fucking deal tumblr. stand up for women who are called ableist slurs for these things and stop implying that the only way to be a feminist icon is by being an intellectual.
Petition to eliminate the word “identify” from feminist discourse.
current mood: v disgusted by the makeup industry and v unable to contemplate boycotting makeup, help ;_;
(I’m attached to this face)