FUCK. IT. UP!
Yes don’t. Text me.
Me: Nothing can stop me now
Myself: *stops me*
good question
When you find yourself on a vintage book cover
Falling in Love Vol. 18 No. 132, May 1972
Turn ons: common sense
like old friends meeting, or the dawn breaking into the night, a thousand years of darkness and then a flicker of light.
art by james r eads, motion by the glitch
Its all you kids talk about… nut this, cum that
Me: I want compliments and attention Someone: * gives me compliments and attention* Me: *trembling slightly* what the hell
i’m not being funny at all when i say i truly do not love men as a whole, nothing close, there are men that i care for in my life but on a general scale i’m indifferent and skeptical when it comes to men.
you can not teach girls to constantly be prepared and wary of rape, abuse and murder from men, blame them for their own abuse when they’re not, and then turn around and expect them to simultaneously love them, what kind of joke.

