there were better ways to do this. those signs do come off
they actually grow back when you try to do that though. like lizard tails.
haley heynderickx, jo / arthur kearns / minnie bruce pratt, the fact of the garden
losing touch with reality for a minute googling the full name of my elementary school gym teacher + "height" like he was some sort of celebrity we all have public knowledge of
I love using my phone in public surely I will not scroll past some strange image
*the second someone walks behind me*
she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”
gonna be honest. no number of iced beverages can save me at this point
So what if you don’t feel pretty? You’re not here to look pretty. You’re here to love, to experience things, to create, to learn, to teach, to care, to help, to laugh, to LIVE. Being pretty doesn’t have to be on your list of priorities! What your body looks like will always be secondary to all the things it allows you to do and experience.
Sometimes I wish I had the confidence of an online polyamorous white genxer from the Pacific Northwest who just got a new crystal necklace and is using it as an excuse to post a tit pic to a chorus of praise from excitable bearded pagans & bisexual barnes and noble employees who do burlesque
