One day it just gets better. There’s no explanation or reason why . You just wake up and you’re not angry anymore.
Don’t ever compliment me by insulting other women. That’s not a compliment, it’s a competition none of us agreed to.
When I was seven, I wanted to glue autumn leaves back onto the branches they fell from, returning each to its home. Yesterday, I stepped on a pile of damp leaves on the sidewalk. When I heard them crunch beneath my feet, I felt nothing.
blogging around my parents is hard because they’ll ask what im laughing at and i cant really say “im laughing at a picture of an alien saying ‘ayyy lmao’”