I want to be an angel with cotton shoes to go through your chest without hurting your heart.
kinda wanna get my septum pierced hmmmmm
the worst thing about tumblr is that you read all those pro feminist/anti rape/anti misogyny posts all the time everyday and then you actually go outside and talk to a random guy and it feels like being punched in the face with a chair
i hate the difference between Who I Am and how i act. Like what i think and what i say. I try to stay honest and i think i do OK but idk. It’s hard