sticks and stones may break my bones because I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms
Trying not to think about the white supremacist heteronormative imperialist capitalist patriarchy while getting turnt.
God the amount of tumblr words on this one haha
When you’re trying to refrain from dragging someone for not understanding sociological terms exist outside and have existed before the birth of tumblr because you’re focusing on trying not to think about the white supremacist heteronormative imperialist capitalist patriarchy while getting turnt.
Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good