this is kinda therapeutic to watch
SOMETIMES I GET SO FUCKING ANGRY WHEN I REMEMBER THAT I AM A GIRL BECAUSE MY MONEY HAS TO GO TO BUYING BRAS FOR THESE STUPID ORGANIC MILK BAGS AND PADS FOR MONTHLY UNWANTED SUBSCRIPTION OF LUCIFER’S WATERFALL LIKE WTF MAN WHY DONT THESE THINGS COME FREE WHEN MY UNWANTED PACKAGE IS GIVEN TO ME SERIOUSLY THO
organic milk bags
monthly subscription to lucifer’s waterfall
My uterus is having a liquidation sale. EVERYTHING MUST GO.
That dog loves leaf piles
Moon Rise, Colorado
Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.
Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress; working hard for something we love is called passion.
This place in my life scares me. Not even for bad reasons, it’s for good reasons actually. Five years ago, if you told me I would be genuinely happy, with good friends, a supportive family, and an amazing spot in my life I would have laughed and laughed because at the time, that was never even a thought that was able to cross my mind. It never seemed possible to me that I would have everyone in my life that I could ever want, need, or ask for. And the fact that things are close to perfect right now scares the living hell out of me because things always seem to fall apart once they get good. And I know that if I lose what I have right now, I would definitely not be okay with that. For the first time in my life, I have something worth losing, and that’s never terrified me so much.
Call a boy a gentleman and watch his shoulders straighten. Call a girl a lady and watch her spirit turn graceful. Humanity was brought into existence by God speaking words into the void of the universe. We tend to become what we are called.
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