And I shall sit here consumed with lust for the rest of the evening.
"I had a job when I was 10. I started living on my own when I was 17 or 18. I’ve earned my own money; I’ve traveled the world. What would I rebel against?”
It was foolish, it was wrong, to take so active a part in bringing any two people together. It was adventuring too far, assuming too much, making light of what ought to be serious, a trick of what ought to be simple.
Somebody needs to be putting some music suggestions in my askbox. Like now. I need new music in my life, and I’ve only stumbled on one that I like in the last few months.
I think I’ve always had a certain amount of skepticism of this whole “shut up and smile” theory. I haven’t ever swallowed that pill so easily, although I tried. I think every girl has at that point, because the pressure that society puts on you is intense. I’m not talking about to be thin like models in magazines. That’s such an easy thing that people always relate to it, but it’s much deeper than that. It’s that moment in class when you know the answer and you’re afraid to raise your hand. If a boy has something to say he is appreciated, he’s even popular. If a girl says something it’s instantly a threat. We just want bys to like us and be accepted by society. It’s pitiful.