holy shit, betty

from now on, by law, no one is allowed to ask me what i plan to do with my life or about my future plans. i’ve updated my privacy policy.

get lost. take that train. read for hours so time passes faster. talk with strangers. say hello to dogs. walk down streets you’ve never been to before. look up to the sky. go to coffee shops. tell that barista that you think her shirt is cute. take pictures with your polaroid camera. buy post cards. ask random people what their mantra is. go into that hipster looking vinyl shop and support the owner by buying a record by his favorite band. laugh with people you’ve just met. exchange numbers. ask for book recommendations. buy that book in the book store right around the corner. take the bus to a park. watch the sunset. remember that you are loved. take the train back home. hang the polaroids up your wall. continue exploring and learning. learn to love life.

just come over and we’ll watch netflix or make a sex tape idk we’ll see what happens 

This post goes harder than any post has ever gone before.

FIGHT LIKE A GIRL

i love laying the FUCK down and sleeping

fuck yall and your bad boys. wheres my bad girls. wheres my secretive and mysterious love interest. wheres my outcast gf. wheres my cat rescuing, leather wearing, motorcycle riding wife???

No offense but my female ancestors didn’t go through centuries of oppression for me to feel bad about myself all the time

When two queens who can read go head to head

I just wanna be the girl of someone’s dreams ya know