Comme ci, Comme ça
So I was the douche that got this wonderfully, cliche phrase tattooed on my body. Right there on my wrists for everyone to see.
It isn’t my first, and I actually like the aesthetic
of it.
So, can we first talk about cliches?
What is so bad about them? Have you ever actually stopped and smelled a rose. It is so nice and it feels so right!
Cliches are cliche for a reason. [how many times can I say say cliche in this post] They defintiely get overused and sound so cheesy, but a little cheese isn't so bad.
So, can we first talk about cliches?
What is so bad about them? Have you ever actually stopped and smelled a rose. It is so nice and it feels so right!
Cliches are cliche for a reason. [how many times can I say say cliche in this post] They defintiely get overused and sound so cheesy, but a little cheese isn't so bad.
Wake up when the rooster crows. It sucks, but it is a thing.
All is fair in love and war. That one is a bit extreme, but understandable
Dead as a doornail. Not sure what this means exactly since doornails typically are lifeless and usually start out that way, but I can roll with it.
Although in many ways my french cliche is depressing, and lacks positivity and commitment to anything, it really reminds me of myself.
I am not always overly happy. I am usually just content, and
content with the fact that I am content. It isn’t that I don’t like being happy
though. I do. When my boyfriend tickles me I can’t help but laugh, or when I am
on a rollercoaster, about to pee my pants I am happy. Ecstatic.
But typically I am just so-so.,
I just sit there and look around. Passively smile. Completely
enjoying myself without too much emotion. It is my way of being content and
happy.
(btw, I am slightly French Canadian, but that’s it with my
relation towards France)
incredibly basic tattoo.
Maybe I will regret it, but whatever.
Maybe not.
C'est La Vie assholes
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