I gave you all my pretty years
Then we began to weather
And I was left to winter here
While you went west for pleasure
We only kiss after midnight.. why is that?
The other day at college I was wearing quite a short skirt, and when I ran out of class it flew up and showed the majority of the class my pants (oops). This girl said to my friend “does she know? I thought she was a feminist”.
I thought she was a feminist.
People need to be educated in what feminism is, and quickly.
I still love punk folk and clever boys with cheek bones.
Next year If I’m having a gap year I’m going to make a play that including lots of Joni Mitchell songs and learn how to articulate my best feelings.
I always jokingly tell you that you’re my best friend but you really are one of them. You’re important, and you mean so much more to me than I could ever explain.
I’ve just realised I’ve seen more people crying and having these big emotional outbursts in plays and films, than I have in real life. I know that is statistically more likely what with it being called drama. However, the fact that when I actually do see something happen in front of me and I find myself wondering if they’re mimicking a performance PROVES more than anything that I have nowhere near enough life experience to train yet.