This should be our least concern but somehow it became our greatest.
*logs out of twitter for 52 years*
my beauty is called ugly
Romanticisation of Mental Illness, Kelsey Weaver
It’s a very serious process. First, you have to clear the area of all things religious. If there is a cross anywhere within a 100 foot radius, Jesus will know what you’re doing and you’ll go to hell immediately. Once that’s done, you must play Tegan and Sara on repeat. Before you begin the sex, you both must pray the goddess Ellen and receive her blessing. Then comes the main event. Start with the pussy. You each must find a cat to pet in unison. After awhile of that comes the scissoring. You’ll take turns cutting each other’s hair until you both have achieved Justin Bieber’s 2009 ‘do. To finish, watch an episode of The L Word together.
fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest
real women have curves, running all the way from their gills to their tail fins. real women have sharp teeth. real women are sharks.
I stopped reading at “real women”
you should have kept reading