Satan by Gustave Doré in Paradise Lost.

catch me in target lusting after kitchenware like a 45 year old mother of three

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Dear Ijeawele, or A Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen

@ the water that drips down my arms when i wash my face and makes a big ass mess: fuckin fight me

reasons I’m still on this hellsite:

1) nowhere else I could find posts this specifically relatable