#1831 | Just a thought.


“It’s a funny thing about the modern world. You hear girls in the toilets of clubs saying, “Yeah, he fucked off and left me. He didn’t love me. He just couldn’t deal with love. He was too fucked up to know how to love me.” Now, how did that happen? What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were, despite everything, eminently lovable as a people, as a species? What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way? And particularly if they replace us with a god, or a weeping madonna, or the face of Christ in a ciabatta roll—then we call them crazy. Deluded. Regressive. We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship. Greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.

/ White Teeth by Zadie Smith.



  1. I have to agree with you on this Jemma! I think sometimes we forget to look inwards and to figure out and accept, “Hey we are both imperfect and I’m not a walking love matter.” I am all for the self re-assuring initially especially if someone has hurt you, but if all your exes were the worst, that has gotta say something about you too right?

    Laughed quite hard at “Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.”

  2. Okay Opps for autocorrect. I meant love matyr. Haha.

  3. I think i can recognize tokyo. Went there 3 months ago!

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