Bob Dylan's 3rd Wife

my esteemed rival,

my beloved nemesis,

dearly detested,

we drink boba tea to satisfy our ancient & innate urge to slurp up tadpoles from a puddle through a reed

peeling a clementine is so easy. it comes so naturally. its inviting… the clementine WANTS to be peeled. its melancholic, sanguine… but an orange? whats an orange but a nuisance… the orange torments and mocks with its brute strength. it exists only to create chaos. next time you decide to indulge in a citrus delight, heed my word. choose the clementine 

But seriously having appearance or ‘sexual attractiveness’ brought into irrelevant situations (eg. Being called ‘gorgeous’ or strangers saying ‘thanks for the view’ when you give them directions, being honked at etc.) leads to this really persistent and uneasy feeling of being watched everywhere you go and it amazes me that people still don’t understand how constant and negative that feeling is

*has destructive intrusive thoughts* feels good, feels organic

This is the saddest post on tumblr