why are you so fucking sexy. why.
Bjork is my Spirit Animal
I wonder how many hipsters have buddhist or indian gods/figures tattooed on them but don’t even believe in the religion. you go guys you’re real different.
sometimes when I am walking or doing something that leaves me open to thinking wildly, I wonder what I would say when I have to make a speech about feminism. I imagine myself yelling my thoughts at a group of women and it being telivised. do all 17 year old’s dream of creating a revolution?
i served myself a plate of albondigas and I saw something that kinda made me sad so now I don’t even want to eat it. I hate this shit. & I hate you
shmadies: why am I so emotionally drained? I feel so lifeless right now. I should probably do something, but I can’t.
when I love a blog so much that it is altering my blog by how many times I reblog it is time to unfollow.