Beauty or brains?
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
Beauty or brains? I’ll take ‘em all, thanks.
I feel as though life is preparing me for something I’ve been waiting for. I don’t mind this time to be alone on this journey of solitude I’m having. Sometimes I just wish I could belong to something or someone for once. To feel needed. It’s always the best when you come across people randomly and can be able to talk to them so easily about things. I feel as though no one here understands me. I love things most people don’t. I appreciate art and the in depth meanings it can bring to life. I’ll pretty much give any movie a try, but I’m a sucker for indie/independent films I’ve realized. There’s a world inside my mind full of art, ideas and acceptance. I guess what’s worth experiencing if you have no one to experience it with? Thoughts. Here I ponder.
It’s cool to see a post that isn’t ‘don’t hurt yourself in the first place!!’ but is actually giving you geniune, helpful advice for recovery and caring for yourself
This is what it means to age gracefully…
God save the queen
why did i get so emotional?