oxytocin high
Jan. 31st, 2024 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nowiammyselfromance is dead, i think, but i'm quick to correct myself: romance was never real. us women, we make it up in our minds. we write our own romances far detached from the plain dull boring reality we refuse to confront. a world without the magic we were promised.
looking at pictures, swiping, like i'm looking for clothes on shein. fast fashion, fast romance. we are all commodities. nothing true, nothing genuine, exploited sweat shop laborers and cloth soaked in carcinogens.
picture after picture, an endless supply of humans my age. selfies bleed into each other. features start to blur. the names are all the same. eyes don't even skim the text.
life is lonely enough. i feel even lonelier. reduced to pixels on phone screen.
looking at pictures, swiping, like i'm looking for clothes on shein. fast fashion, fast romance. we are all commodities. nothing true, nothing genuine, exploited sweat shop laborers and cloth soaked in carcinogens.
picture after picture, an endless supply of humans my age. selfies bleed into each other. features start to blur. the names are all the same. eyes don't even skim the text.
life is lonely enough. i feel even lonelier. reduced to pixels on phone screen.
