I'm not "not like other girls".
I'm exactly like them.

I cry over fictional characters and lipstick shades that were discontinued in 2016. I have a playlist for every mood. I spend more time on pinterest than on any other social network. I drink coke more often than water. I buy every shiny trinket I see. I watch the same films over and over again. and I'm fucking happy.

maybe I am not the smartest or the prettiest girl in the room but none of them is as anxious as I am.

there's something incredibly intimate about letting someone braid your hair, zip up your dress, fasten the clasp of your necklace, run their fingers over yours, or share one earphone.

I love films where gorgeous women finally stop putting up with men's bullshit and start turning their lives into a living nightmare — all while looking absolutely stunning.

when hozier said, "no grave can hold my body down – I'll crawl home to her," something inside me died and came back wrong.

parents get confused and choose a daughter who cannot live without escapism.

apparently, before being born a woman, you're handed three mandatory quests: a strange relationship with food, with religion, and with sexuality.

where I actually girlblog from:

never ask a man about his income, a woman about her age, and me about the death of my favourite character and what it did to me.

she's a 10/10, but she'll make you rewatch her favourite franchises like it's a sacred ritual, quote novels from her home library mid-conversation, explain the political structure of a fictional nation like she's briefing the un, argue passionately about why hannibal and will are canonically in love, yap about how the chairs at baker street reflect sherlock and john's personalities, and spend every spare penny on fandom merch.

my favorite hobby? watching what people read on the metro, in buses, in parks – like catching glimpses of their secret inner worlds through paperback covers.

I am the only daughter in the family – which means I am the long-awaited son, the king and the warrior, the sacrifice and the martyr, the menace and the threat, the prophet and the saint, the sinner, sharp-tongued, too loud, unruly, a disappointment, a delight, a sorrow, a wound, a joy, the tears and the bruises, and the one who broke the vicious cycle.