The best thing about my Tumblr is all the stuff I don’t put on it but email to Kara instead.
this makes me think of the time when i couldn’t really find an eloquent way to bitch about the tyranny of the nice girl, and when i was irritated at boys who care too much about what people think of them (being “nice”), so instead i emailed kara at like 3 in the morning. also, when she met my boyfriend after the fiona concert and then sent me an email with the subject, “okay that was weird.”
so much laughter in the midst of an ldr marathon.
it was me that was weird, not you! your boyfriend was like “don’t do it.”
i saved one of your texts from that night: “they should be threatened about how articulate we are with our feelings. (feminist terror?)”
we know how low my tolerance is for men with popularity issues and how much i like late-night digital theorizing.