Not often anymore, but sometimes I get a little bit sentimental about you. It’s strange to hold someone on such a high pedestal one day, and then have your mind radically changed about everything you thought they were the next. 

Sometimes I feel heartbroken, sometimes I feel relieved. 

You’ve got the darkest eyes. 

I wasn’t who you made me out to be. And you weren’t everything I made you up to be. 

I needed it.

woah, it’s been a while.

hey guiiizzzzze. it’s been like two months. I know, I fail. but I’ve been so busy with kicking my agoraphobia’s butt and starting to life again. my boyfriend lives in central London full time so I’ve been venturing there (not like it’s particularly far from home, but the city is huge and busy and vibrant and exciting and – you would think, a typical agoraphobic’s nightmare). but I love it there so much. I always have. Its familiar and fun… and it’s home, in a way. i went to see the jesus & mary chain’s 30th anniversary psychocandy tour a couple weeks back which was super rad, i’m seeing morrissey(!!!!) in a few days, blur announced a new album and confirmed they’d been playing shows this summer. 2015 has been good to me so far. 

This is an open letter to the vile obsessed individual who constantly shit talks me and repeatedly forces even their mild acquaintances to block me on social media. You are a liar. You are a bully. You are delusional. I do not like, respect, or want even the faintest thing to do with you. Do not flatter yourself into thinking I do. If I follow someone you may know, that is because I respect them as a creative individual and I admire their artistic talent(s). Not yours. Now, get over your disturbing preoccupation with me and my life, stop surveilling my online accounts, and find some other young woman you perceive as a threat to obsess over. You do not know me. I have met you once, briefly. You stalk me on the internet (hence why I’m posting this, because of course you’ll fucking see it). That still doesn’t qualify as ‘knowing’ someone. Why you think you do, in some twisted figment of your imagination is beyond all comprehension to me. You are the furthest thing from feminism and I am so sorry I had even the misfortune of coming across you and your sycophantic manipulative lunacy. Now leave me alone. Forever. Peace!


Boys That Just “Don’t Get It”

I use the word “boys” in the title instead of “men” because, to me, nothing screams ‘immature’ like an indirect comment written on a website about how “boring” women who “never shut up about feminism” are.

The same morons will also attempt to disguise or defend their uninformed ignorance by starting the snide comment with “I’m all for women’s rights and equality and all that…” well, clearly you haven’t got a clue, so let’s not even pretend you know what you’re talking about.

There are several things wrong with your argument. If you fully supported women’s rights (which is, essentially, a political movement against chauvinistic patriarchy), you wouldn’t find the women who “never shut up about it” “boring”, because it would be a shared interest and something you stood for and believed in yourself.

You’d understand that sexism is an important issue and if you were even slightly as intelligent as you play up to be, you’d also understand that things don’t get done and change doesn’t happen by ‘shutting up’. I mean, you’re actually part of the problem. You’re telling women to oppress their views and – lol – dismissing those who don’t, as “boring”.

It’s almost as if you believe that your opinion is valued enough to stop me talking about how important I find the issues or topics I tweet/blog about. Newsflash, your opinion(s) don’t mean shit to me. I initially thought you were alright, but you don’t uphold respect by being a thoughtless twit with pseudo-intelligence and a superiority complex.

Your opinion, as you wrote it, was an arrogant condescending hypocritical statement which contradicts every other sexist remark or misogynistic action I’ve previously seen from you. Tell me, are you just misinformed on the meaning of equality and feminism or are you merely a vapid moron who likes to think they’re super intelligent when in reality they’re actually pretty thick?