this is one time
that you can’t fake it hard enough to please everyone
or anyone at all
and the grave that you refuse to leave
the refuge that you’ve built to flee
the places you have come to fear the most
is the place that you have come to fear the most
google image searching sharks for the hundredth time
at 1 am
and getting emotional?
yeah. what is my deal
they’re just so beautiful
i can’t sleep
Real women wear high heels and skirts. Or not.
Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to.
Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced.
Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real.” —Hanne Blank (via prettywidows)
(sarah b) (ONE OF THE MOST INTERESTING BITCHES I KNOW)
I LOVE IT SO MUCH
from well meaning people on here is “real women have curves” “skinny girls are gross” “those girls are unhealthy” okay, it’s cool that you’re promoting positive body image for girls that aren’t thin, that’s great, the world needs more of it. what isn’t cool is that you think you get to decide what a “real woman” looks like. destroying someone else’s body image isn’t a good way to fix yours. and do not pretend to know how healthy someone is just from looking at them. big or small. just don’t do it. you have absolutely no idea. you won’t disagree that ladies come in all shapes and sizes. small is a size. if big is normal and big is beautiful, so is small! everyone deserves to love themselves! everyone!
and I mean that in the nicest way possible.
AND DREAMT I WAS ATTACKED BY AN OCTOPUS THAT I THOUGHT WAS A SHARK
IT WAS SO SCARY!!!!
I WON THOUGH.