hey bitch

women be hoarding small meaningful objects

Recently, I’ve learned not to interrupt when people tell me what they’re going through. If we’re in person, I wait until they’re finished talking. If we’re texting, I don’t start typing until they stop. I don’t rush to compare my experience to theirs, even if they’re similar. I don’t offer unsolicited advice. I’m practicing listening to understand, not to respond. Sometimes people just need someone to listen. Even if your intentions are good, give them that time and space.

not to be negative but someone really spent all that time and energy cutting open a pomegranate and then gave it to a (cute) raccoon?

It’s called Love .

i don’t know what marvel is... i’m too pretty

The only marvel I know is me

I wish the world was as comfortable and safe as animal crossing 

older siblings b like i hate u because mom made me do things before u were born and also because u are taller. younger siblings b like u are oppressing me by giving me a task. only children b like what the fuck is compromise, fuck you

I hate giving ppl my phone number cuz then they’ll be calling and texting me like … this is my safe space … show some respect

a voicemail bitch a voicemail? are we married?

whta the hell is a vsco girl idk what any of yall are talking about anymore

its time to stop slapping random letters in front of ‘girl’ and pretending it makes any sense starting now we’re going back to basics. ur either a horse girl or ur nothing