London is drowning and I live by the river

Someone has to get this  

Honeyduke’s halloween, three broomsticks xmas, madam malkin’s spring, ollivander’s summer. It just makes sense. I don’t make the rules (yes I do). 

I’m in a fight with a libfem in a tik tok comment section. Somehow this feels like the battle I was born to fight. Except, I’m not actually fighting, only imploring them to touch grass and reconsider their worldview. I hate tik tok. Today I doom scrolled for a bit and felt a genuine, deep-seated chasm within my soul. Like I’m allergic to being unproductive. Oh my God, shoot me.

And no one wants to take a hint these days. Wtaf is up with men like that. All this tells me is that you don’t know how to have fun with me and still respect me. So no more fun for you. Now I have to be a bitch to instill in you the fear that should’ve already been there. Look what you made me do. Enough is enough! (costco hot dog guy tone).

I love work though (and I’m grotesquely underpaid). I also hate when I go to campus and there’s people there. Students are so beneath me now. It’s quite bad, but I am so melodramatic these days it’s sort of beautiful. Being surreptitious and unreadable is not enough anymore. I think it’s more mysterious to wear your emotion in fleeting moments. No one will ever know why I stopped in the middle of the cobblestone pathway, sighed audibly, muttered an expletive, and dramatically changed direction in my 3-inch heels and cat-eye sunglasses. They’ll just know I’ve got so much going on that I don’t have time to care about how I’m perceived by them. I’m just a woman, after all. I love make-out berry blush and swallowing my antidepressants with my matcha. I love cities I’ve never been to and fanfic for enrichment. I get excited when I see a lightning strike at night and I almost cried the other day, because I saw someone that vaguely resembled my best friend, whom I’ve not seen in years. The world is so cruel to girls in their twenties. 

Autumn arrived and it’s like I came back to life.