even though i knew nothing was gonna happen to sue, i cried my eyes out in the theater during this scene. and now i’m emotional again. crying pedro is my biggest weakness.
also i’m not getting married and i’m not having kids. i’ve known that about myself for a long time. i’m not waiting for “the right man” to come along and magically change everything. i know what i want from life and i know what i don’t.
i’m so sick of people feeling entitled to comment on my looks, my clothes, my behavior or my style lately. who the fuck asked? and i’m especially tired of hearing that stupid “you look like a guy” line.
having short hair doesn’t make someone less of a woman. wearing baggy clothes doesn’t make someone less of a woman. not wearing makeup doesn’t make someone less of a woman. not performing femininity exactly the way you want doesn’t make someone less of a woman.
some of you seriously need to let go of these prehistoric ideas. i’m not living my life for your approval. i don’t style myself for you. i wear what i like, i cut my hair the way i like and i couldn’t care less whether it fits your personal standards or not.
i’m not truly talented at any one thing because i want to do EVERYTHING. i keep starting new things, doing them halfway and now i’m somehow half-talented at everything.