the only grind I respect is girls grinding against each other or something. like whatever the mortar and pestle get up to

don’t play it cool, be passionate and insane

the scariest thing in the world is probably whatever's going on in the tiny gap between my kitchen counters and the oven

the thing I love most about how tumblr users use tags is that it’s like what if a social media website had a footnotes system

the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped

genders so hard i just wanna be a creature

you want to be mommy’s adjective noun, don’t you, pet name? you want to verb and verb for mommy like a good gender

the crushing weight of one manageable task

i really don’t have the time to be the way i am

do you reckon the wall we kick our pussies up also has the lady door on it

person (non-practicing)

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