I'm going to be SWEET. I'm going to be KIND. I'm going to be SOFT. And there's nothing you can do to stop me!!!
Me: 👌
Narrator: But things were not 👌
my neck, my back
no one ever texts me back
masculinity is a prison, time doesn’t exist, gender isn’t real, virginity is a construct, and Jesus wasn’t white.
me @ dinner parties
me: i don’t care
me: i don’t care
me, internally, caring very much: kill me
5 years ago i was a fucking mess & now i’m a fucking mess but at peace with it and with cooler fashion sense
LMAOOOOAOAOAOA
whaddup guys it’s achilles and today we’re going to talk about why you shouldn’t let your boyfriend wear your clothes
how did they learn to translate languages into other languages how did they know which words meant what HOW DID TH
English Person: *Points at an apple* Apple
French Person: Non c'est une fucking pomme
*800 years of war*
“why are u still sleeping with a plushie?” because im lonely bitch get out
this is art
Popieram zdrowe poliamoryczne związki, ale wladza wykonawcza x ustawodawcza x sądownicza takim nie jest.
what others call a rebellious phase I call the sudden realization I don’t deserve to be treated like garabge
IT HAS BEEN SAID
Roses are red Violets are blue ‘Thank god there’s someone who understands what I’m struggling here to do’ ‘I’m not here for you’
“you can’t be tired,” chortles a middle aged family friend, “you’re young!”
“really??” I exclaim. I had no idea. my exhaustion lifts off my shoulders, the bags under my eyes disappear. I no longer need sleep, due to my invigorating youth. I Am Free.
I read middle aged as Middle Aged and was expecting a plague reference.
“thou cannot have the black death,” the doctor scoffs behind his mask, “you are youthful!”
“marry??” I exclaim. I hadst no idea. the fever lifts, mine own strength returns, the blackness fades from mine own skin. I am in perfect health, due to mine own most wondrous youth. I Am Free.