what's left of my heart is still made of gold

One of my favourite hobbies is giving extra firm handshakes to straight men to assert my dominance

friendly reminder that i literally, actually cannot die, and id love to see any of you fuckers try to take me down

Ok but being in bed just feels SO GOOD

‘are you okay’ by normal people standards? no. by my standards? do you see me crying? no? then yea im good

there’s something undeniably special about knowing that you definitely would’ve been forcibly lobotomized if you had been born barely a handful of generations ago

anyone ever experience womanhood in a “i’m a woman around other women but i wanna be seen as a shapeless entity around men” way

there is nothing better than the sound of a girl laughing and that’s just the hard facts of life!

you think you want me to shut up? i have to listen to myself even when im not talking

wow this is a fucking mood