fuck everyone who has ever tried to make me feel guilty about the amount of sugar in FRUIT
so fucked up that i have to take care of my body everyday. what if sometimes i feel sad about the maintenance
when god closes a door you reach your little paws under it and go mrrwwaaaooow mmreeaaow
every time ballister is on screen he looks like this
I mean I’m not even trans and I can still tell Nimona the movie is basically ND Stevenson going back and saying “okay, let’s do it on purpose this time”.
My era rn is uncategorizable. The the way I am living is unheard of
i imagine not even most serious mystics could know what it’s like the way my life is living
using tumblr age 14: i am going to end misogyny reblogging pastel art about choice feminism
using tumblr age 23: [in the tags of a poll] SPINACH SWEEP🔥🔥🍃💪🏼💯







