I think my One Direction obsession has reached a low-point, as I just saw a pic of a very young Mick Jagger and I actually thought to myself, “He looks just like Harry Styles!” (btw I have zero plans to stop obsessing though)
So how many of my followers are not listening to Channel Orange on repeat? Because if you’re not listening to it like your life depends on it you should just unfollow me right now because we clearly have nothing in common.
I had an emotional purge tonight (haha “tonight”…like I don’t do this all the fucking time). Sometimes sobbing tears are good for the ol’ brain you know?
My friend Megan is my favorite person to go to when I’m feeling defeated, because she is the most optimistic person I’ve ever known. I am the exact opposite. I am naturally inclined to be a pessimist and think that inspirational quotes and texts are hogwash and idiotic, but Megan loves them and she has been emailing me quotes from something called “The Happiness Project” with email subjects like “you can do anything you want!” and since I can just picture happy Megan actually believing this stuff and practicing it in her daily life I find myself smiling in spite of my very hardened and shitty outlook. Megan is an inspirational quote personified. If I died and could come back as anyone, I’d pick her. She puts out happiness and gets it back in return. She isn’t afraid of life, she trusts that it’s sending her in the right direction, and she enjoys her experiences and really fucking lives you know? She is everything I’m not and I adore her for it.
I live right near a diner and the other day when I was walking my dog the air on my block smelled like fried chicken and both me and my dog stuck our noses up in the air and sniffed and I have wanted fried chicken ever since. I don’t know why I just don’t go get some instead of reliving this scent memory.
Now go listen to Channel Orange and sit outside in the sunshine and close your eyes and think about summer love and cry and smile and daydream and enjoy.
