I’ve wondered about
Being poetic, and different, and unique, and amazing,
And just how much I SUCK at it.
Let’s look at this for an example:
A poetic sort of girl on the internet uses this word in a poem:
“Evanescent.”
I think to myself: hey I think there’s a better word for quickly disappearing and fading, like a memory, and I think evanescent sounds stupid and here is a more regal and superior word and it is this:
“Effervescent.”
So I look it up and it says:
1. (of a liquid) Giving off bubbles; fizzy.
And then I think to myself, but… but it could be… oh fuck that’s not deep.
