hmu Jack Hunter

someone: *asks me a yes/no question* me: huh? what did you ask? them: i said- me, finally processing the question: yes

The thing that gets me is that every other time I’ve ever seen a woman rip her shirt off, it has been in some way about the woman as the object of beauty and desire. This is very clearly and intentionally not that. It would have been very easy to make it some mix of badass and hot, but instead this is just badass.

At any given time, the urge to sing “the lion sleeps tonight” is just a whim away, a whim away, a whim away, a whim away

I cried at this part

2017 prophecy

The Year of Realizing Things is Ended

The Year of Being Alright has Begun.

I’m ready

me as a mother: girl what he do

every day we walk further from god’s light

me rollerblading into my therapist’s office this week with sunglasses and a piña colada: maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,