can i talk about how beautiful i am real quick.
like. my body is beautiful. my hair is extraordinary. my skin is perfect. my smile is gorgeous.
everything is perfect.
i don’t know why i keep asking for reminders or validation.
"I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up
I stand on mountain tops believing
that avalanches will teach me to let go
but I am here to learn."
"Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it."
Oh, so women can’t dress how they want because men can’t control their sexual urges? When dogs can’t control their sexual urges, we cut off their balls.
I think I’m onto something here.