I am a brutally soft woman

I really do believe there are an infinite number of miracles, life-saving exchanges, intimate embraces and fleeting glances of beauty just patiently waiting for us to be receptive and vulnerable enough to meet them

we all need to take better care of our selfs or we might Pass away

hm. i think every time i feel an impulse to people please, to be unproblematic and likable and charming and feel the safety that comes with universal adoration, i need to remind myself that i want to be loved like a person, not like a dog.

the worst part of summer is that people get sooo comfortable expressing their disgust at having to see other people’s bodies. they’re always complaining about wrinkly old men at the nude hot springs or fat women in bikinis at the beach. I hate that shit. if you’re not capable of being normal about bodies you personally don’t find attractive, just turn your head to look at something else! and if you’re not smart enough to do that, then at least do the rest of us the courtesy of suffering in silence, because we don’t wanna hear your weird comments. thanks.

Be the first woman in your bloodline to choose herself challenge