It’s lovely how cultured we pretend to be on the internet.
we spend hours editing our text and searching for clever words on the online thesaurus. we ponder witty comebacks that make us appear superior - and for what, a small rant, or a response to a tumblr ask?
we like to think we’re intellectually superior - philosophical, if you will. we pretend to listen to jazz and 60s motown r&b; some sam cooke, a little bit of miles davis, kind of blue is a gem. we enjoy french new wave films; pierrot le fou is a classic, Jean-Luc Godard was the Orson Welles of his time. we drink fine wine, and the best beers, micro-brewed, as it should be. We enjoy tales from authors we barely understand. our clothing is exceptional, of the most expensive fabric, handmade, just for us. we’re photographers, writers, artists with not boundaries, musicians, coffee drinkers, and chain smokers.
paris seems like a nice place to go on a vacation, the streets of rome are littered with culture we can soak ourselves in. the world is a diverse place, and we’re part of the elite few. we enjoy fancy pasta and cheese of all smells. he’s got a mustache and looks a bit like james dean, she’s got a cheeky sense to her, kind of like diane keaton.
mainstream culture is so diluted, we revert to the perceived “small capsule” of the high class bourgeoisie. we love the lights of manhattan. we’re one of a few, we’re members of the internet, sheltered behind a glass wall, but our imaginations wander, sometimes it’s nice to pretend, sometimes we believe in what we pretend to be. we’re on tumblr, it’s not real, we’d like to think it is. no harm done.Posted 7 months ago with 13 notes
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