frank langdon defender

severely deficient in whatever vitamin makes u a person

I think if I had a wife and she asked me to do something I’d do it

let's bring back kill all men.. I miss her like a sister

crazy how i find myself thinking i've got a handle on it all finally and then i see the ways that other people tangle their lives together so easily and live so easily together with their friends and i feel like that girl at the top of the stairs painting by norman rockwell

my problem is if i enjoy something enough i will be nitpicking. i Will have things to say about where and how it failed. out of nothing but love straight from my heart. unfortunately this often makes me indistinguishable from a hater who has never experienced joy or kindness. such is the amateur critic's burden.

all of my favourite things are like beautiful racehorses that trip over their own feet a hundred times. but they get back up again. and goddamn, you should see them run.

stop calling it a girl dinner and call it by its formal name: Fend For Yourself dinner in an ingredients household

almost everything men say they love about their culture is actually reliant on the labour of women. that’s why it’s so easy for them to feel proud and protective over it. taking care of elders and not putting them in care homes? the care is always done almost exclusively by female family members. the yummy traditional food? cooked by women. the fun events and gatherings? organised and hosted by the women. men love taking credit for their culture but in reality they barely participate in the actual hard work, they just get to sit back and enjoy all the benefits of it. it’s a scam 🤷🏻‍♀️

that feeling when you're going through a security checkpoint and you remember that you forgot to leave the potentially limitless capacity for harm inside you at home 😂😂

If you don’t let go of your prejudices and past grudges, your heart won’t blossom. 2013 is coming, let’s make a change. We only have one planet so let’s show each other some kindness.

i could smell your boytoy coming from down the road. Wretched little rotted morsel of a thing, may he fall to time and become carrion

it has always been a dream of mine to relax