Food doesn’t taste better or worse when documented by Instagram. Laughter is as genuine over Skype as it would be sharing a sofa. Pay attention. Take in nature, hold someone’s hand, read a book. But don’t ever apologize for snapping a photo of a sunrise after a hike, or blogging about the excitement of having a crush, or updating your goodreads account. All of these things are good and should be celebrated. Smile at strangers on the sidewalk and like your friends’ selfies. It’s all good for the human spirit.
You just like the idea of me. You like the person I present myself under circumstances that I can control. I choose what I say and how I say things. It’s like being attracted to a fictional character in a book. They are scripted and made up. If you think about it, through writings, we all script and make ourselves up. I don’t share the person I become when I am upset. I don’t show you how I look like when I sleep. I don’t tell you about all the times I’ve made someone cry. All the guilty things I’ve done and the bad thoughts I’ve had.
: fun fact my best friend in the entire world moved 2000 kilometres away to melbourne and she saw your show and gave you a bracelet i made (it said bae. i called it a baecelet) and even though i was very far away and unable to see u i feel like we are united through stories about your performance (amazing, or so i hear) and crappy baecelets. also u took pictures of my friend lilys face. (she has an a+ face :--)
well in a nice turn of events i am WEARING IT AS WE SPEAK thanks bae!!