mom: i love you (:
me: Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
some white boy: why is it called history— why not herstory? makes u think huh?
y’all: omg he’s a feminist *leaks* imma make a home for his dick inside me.
before humans and dogs were friends who fixed dog ears when they went inside out
opinions on abortions are kinda like nipples
everyone has them but women’s are a little bit more relevant
But all you ever see are men’s
fixed and colored as a warm up last night