and while ye may, go merry.

look. i don’t think my stretch marks are beautiful. i don’t think they’re tiger stripes or natural tattooos. i don’t think my acne is beautiful. i don’t think the bags under my eyes are beautiful. i just think they’re human. and i don’t think i have to be beautiful all of the time in order to be accepted and loved and sucessful. i don’t think every small detail of my outer appearence needs to be translated into prettiness.

Sick ass adventure wizard investigates native crustacean with his supportive but easily spooked familiar 

my life can be most accurately described by the sound a wet sponge makes when you throw it on the floor

last name is “down on a brand new Toyota Camry”

no offence but i am literally filled with anger every time i remember there are legitimately people who are rich enough to buy half the globe and then some but the poor are dying because wages will not adapt to inflation and the super-rich refuse to part with any amount of their wealth.