when people ask me how i do my hair and/or get it so curly
and i tell them i just don’t do anything after showering and it goes like this
and then they don’t believe me and act as if i just don’t want to tell them
BITCH, IT’S TRUE. I REALLY AM THAT LAZY.
Real women wear high heels and skirts. Or not.
Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to.
Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced.
Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real.” —Hanne Blank
As much as I am ridiculously happy that my best friend has found someone who is actually decent and makes her feel amazing, i’m jealous cause she has what I want :(
every single day of my life.
with all my best friends.
shit i’m looking forward to for the rest of this year
- tomorrow night
- meeting up with the college lot
- sonisphere festival
- iron maiden
- reading festival
- quitting my job
- starting uni
- alton towers
- avril lavigne [DON’T HATE, APPRECIATE]
not many things make me happier than Simon Neil’s screams in ‘There’s no such thing as a jaggy snake’