Idk I think feminism should be called something different like common sense or something
welcome to my poor immune, digestive, and respiratory system
I trip on flat ground
Ralph Waldo Emerson is my spirit animal.
BOY HANDS !!!!!!!!! BOYS WITH HANDS!!!!!!!!!! BOYS WITH VEINY HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!! THE HANDS OF BOYS
“i don’t remember the last time i felt like i could breathe theres a fucking hole in my chest where my lungs and heart should be i have this constant feeling that I’m bursting into flames and then the wind storms in and scatters my ashes over and over how is it possible i can feel everything and nothing at once am i dead inside or in love with the world i don’t know what to do or who i am i don’t know anything anymore all i know is i don’t have much time left and I’m fading away why doesn’t anyone notice I’m going insane I’m not okay nothing is okay everything is going wrong and i can’t breathe i can’t breathe i can’t breathe”
sometimes people send me such nice messages and it’s like
that is an actual real person who chose to spend 30 seconds of their time trying to make me feel happy and it’s such a wonderful feeling
Jean-Michel Basquiat, Dwellers in the Marshes, 1983
six word story
things get better,
if easter and 4/20 are both today can it be called a joint holiday
"Ron, I should tell you. Most Muggles aren’t accustomed to seeing a flying car."
Nas, The Message