i’m not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you // kate nash
you are the girl that i’ve been dreaming of
ever since i was a little girl
we are the irreconcilable internet generation. everything i know
i learned from Wikipedia. every feeling i’ve ever had
can be expressed via Messenger stickers.
i stutter when i talk. i define art as season 3 of How I Met Your Mother
finished in a day. i spent hours editing pictures before deciding
they are not good enough for Instagram and deleting them. i stay up until three
writing incomprehensible poems about my craving to be understood. i bask in the irony.
i pretend i am angst personified. i feel superior to hot boys on Tumblr
for having more underground music taste. i rarely feel connected with myself.
i find relationships daunting. i never give myself up all the way. i take antidepressants.
i know i am a cliche but so are you. we’re all goddamn cliches.
fuck originality. i want to drown in your banality.
the thing is, i’m PISSED and jesus christ,
don’t tell me, i already know how ill-fitting it is
for the niche of cool kid literary mongrels
whose scene i have spent my whole life trying to crack
but it’s unfair and i’m PISSED -
i’m pissed because my therapist tells me not to read philosophy
or think too much -
i’m pissed because my medicine makes me wake up at four in the morning
sheets drenched with sweat and hands shaking -
i’m pissed because i can’t walk my dogs without hurling myself a crossing the street
and waving my hand apologetically at the driver who swerves past just in time -
i’m pissed because i am NOT ALONE in this ‘fight’
yet the alleged millions of others JUST LIKE ME
are functioning -
i’m pissed because you’re functioning. i’m pissed because the only real connection
i’ve ever had is internet connection. i’m pissed because you are supposed to be so much worse
but you are breathing in ways i never dreamt of, you are kissing other girls and you MEAN it.
all i wanted was to mean it.
*puts tiger in mouth* see its a metaphor u put the killing thing between ur mouth and - *doesnt finish sentence because tiger ate me*
all these critics are so obsessed with this idea of being able to edit urself online and like its not the /real u or whatever
theyre like human relationships are supposed to be messy !!!
fuck u im gonna present myself how i chose thats fuckn awesome it doesnt make me any less of a real life breathing human bc i put a fuckn filter on a selfie
ITS A NEW WAY OF COMMUNICATION YA ITS DIFFERENT BUT IT DOESNT MAKE IT INVALID