The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
I knew perfectly well the cars were making a noise, and the people in them and behind the lit windows of the buildings were making a noise, and the river was making a noise, but I couldn’t hear a thing. The city hung in my window, flat as a poster, glittering and blinking, but it might just as well not have been there at all, for all the good it did me.
I'm multi-faceted because I'm a human being--DEAL WITH IT.
Shits I like, but are not limited to: Feminism, feminist activism, feminists, intersectional feminism, LGBTQ equality, media criticism, books, bookshops, CHRIS WARE, David Sedaris, The Elegance of the Hedgehog, Miranda July, Fran Lebowitz, Karen Russell, Ira Glass, Joan Didion, TFioS, Youtube, "literary/alternative" and independent comics, contemporary novels, essays, magazines, Jessica Darling, Wes Anderson, Sofia Coppola, HBO Girls, PLL, Outnumbered, My Mad Fat Diary, Seinfeld, Freaks and Geeks, Daria, Ghost World, 30 Rock, Dr. Reid, The West Wing, Moomin, Harry Potter, The Killers, Tegan and Sara, Bloc Party, Tavi, Princesstard, taking photographs, taking walks, pampering products, tacos, bubble tea, hazelnut soy latte, ginger ale, salted caramel/hazelnut anything, avocado anything, pineapple, honeydew, strawberry shortcake (the edible kind), eggs, haloumi, sashimi, train rides, alpacas, hedgehogs, sweaters, unicorns and Canada (the last two items are more related than you think). Lastly, if you actually finish reading this--you deserve a medal.
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