“Two Reasons Why I Like Men”
(1) The vulnerability of their legs
(2) The innocence of their bare chests
if i dont text back its becuase i replied in my mind but was too lazy to physically reply and im really sorry im the worst kind of person
One man disagreed.
I blocked him.
Or places we haven’t been, it’s just reading the Yelp reviews is stressing me out about long waits (I don’t know why, I’ve never had to wait for brunch and it’s not like waiting for brunch is the end of the freaking world) god not that this is news but Yelp reviewers are such DRAMA QUEENS. “I would LOVE to be able to give this place five stars but I was so excited when it opened up and MAN did it disappoint. I had to RUSH RIGHT TO THE INTERNET to WARN you all. Thank GOD I caught you before you tried it yourself. The mimosas were not a champagne to orange ratio that I totally prefer. And! We had to WAIT. For THINGS. That we WANTED. We were soooo hungry. We almost STARVED. Don’t go here. YOU WILL STARVE. LITERALLY STARVE. THE TABLE NEXT TO US, TWO PEOPLE HAD DIED AND THE OTHERS HAD RESORTED TO CANNIBALISM. I know everyone always says this but I really mean it, I never complain to a manager, but I HAD to. I mean, they were EATING each other. I mean, whatever, do what you want, the French Toast was pretty good, I guess, when it FINALLY got to us, just before we STARVED.
Order the Strawberry Bellini it was delish.”
Anyways, let me know what you feel like, brunch wise. 11 is fine by me.” —A few weeks ago I sent Caroline a brunch planning email that got away from me (via heylabodega)
When I hear “Just the Way You Are,” it never makes me think about Joel’s broken marraige. It makes me think about all the perfectly scribed love letters and drunken e-mails I have written over the past twelve years, and about all the various women who received them. I think about how I told them they changed the way I thought about the universe, and that they made every other woman on earth unattractive, and that I would love them unconditionally even if we were never together. I hate that those letters still exist. But I don’t hate them because what I said was false; I hate them because what I said was completely true. My convictions could not have been stronger when I wrote those words, and—for whatever reason—they still faded into nothingness. Three times I have been certain that I could never love anyone else, and I was wrong every time. Those old love letters remind me of my emotional failure and my accidental lies, just as “Just the Way You Are” undoubtedly reminds Joel of his.
Perhaps this is why I can’t see Billy Joel as cool. Perhaps it’s because all he makes me see is me.” —
Sex, Drugs, And Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Klosterman
My biggest problem in life is not being able to live in the moment. I’m stuck in the future, constantly aware that words fade, memories blur, and people turn to dust. I get overwhelmed by the fleetingness of it all. I try so hard to forget about the future, to live in the present, to love without abandon, to enjoy and focus on the now, but it all seems dishonest. Every “always”, every “forever”… how can you promise that? How can you tell me to my face that you can promise that? How can you tell me I will do the same?