- Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 3 February 1933 (via violentwavesofemotion)
you know what’s a really shitty feeling? when you’re in a new place with new people, and someone starts talking to you because you’re the only girl in the room at the moment. he’s charming and he’s sweet and really funny and makes you feel like he’s really paying attention to you. then in comes a really stunning girl and he decides he’s going to make her his new friend instead. the two of you stop speaking. he’s no longer interested in conversing with you. from then on, if you want to get his attention at all you have to keep calling and calling his name, and when he finally turns, he hears you without listening to you and looks at you without seeing you. it’s like the presence of someone really beautiful makes everyone else’s existence instantly irrelevant. this happens to me way more often than I’m comfortable with.
and people wonder how women grow up with such low self-esteem.