i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith

summer to-do list: unlearn internalized shame, sunbathe, read some good books

you’re delusional if you think there are any ethical ways for a woman to be sold like an object.

Gotta get married so I can avoid situations with a “oh sorry I can’t, my wife needs me home asap” and then go home to my beautiful wife

[looks for you in everything] [finds you there]

a lot of women think they’re crazy but really they just forgot the word for anger

[ID: A white piece of paper on which is written: I’m down in the garden. I love you. Here’s coffee.]

i love how safe it feels when you are only surrounded by women

when he says “ily”, but Achilles once said “i would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute and i deaf. i would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. and i would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion."

lezzing out is the most important thing in the world