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Natalie. 23. Calgary Canada. In a relationship. Chemical Lab Tech Student. Barista. Random pictures and text post from my life. Reblogs Horses, TV Shows, Movies, Jeeps, Bands, really whatever catches my eye. Frequently a follow back. Have a wonderful day!
"So I know I am right not to settle, but it doesn’t make me feel better as my friends pair off and I stay
home on Friday night with a bottle of wine and make myself an extravagant meal and tell myself, This is
perfect, as if I’m the one dating me. As I go to endless rounds of parties and bar nights, perfumed and
sprayed and hopeful, rotating myself around the room like some dubious dessert. I go on dates with men
who are nice and good-looking and smart – perfect-on-paper men who make me feel like I’m in a foreign
land, trying to explain myself, trying to make myself known. Because isn’t that the point of every
relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the
simple magic phrase?
So you suffer through the night with the perfect-on-paper man – the stutter of jokes misunderstood, the
witty remarks lobbed and missed. Or maybe he understands that you’ve made a witty remark but, unsure of
what to do with it, he holds it in his hand like some bit of conversational phlegm he will wipe away later.
You spend another hour trying to find each other, to recognize each other, and you drink a little too much
and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, That was fine. And your life is a long
line of fine.
Gone Girl (via awayyfromthebayy)
KC thinks it’s time to go back to bed.