Not every story is about seeing yourself in it. Sometimes it’s about learning to see other people too.
it’s always summer v winter bitches fighting for their life, where are the spring/autumn girlies, the moderate temperatures crowd, the transition period aficionados, the ‘sun is shining but the wind’s cold’ connoisseurs, the ‘decay and rebirth of nature’ devotees
hate how most of my problems are abstract or systematic i wanna fight more of them with a sword
literally why are we still making men shave their chests for movies and tv shows. grow up
every social interaction i initiate feels like i’ve violated like 15 untold rules
me and the girlies on our way to the knickknacks and trinkets section of the thrift store






