making fun of girls for having “daddy issues” is literally the most illogically cruel thing i can think of haha “hey you! your dad sucked! i bet that really impacted your life and the way you form relationships with other people lmfao fuckin loser”
why can’t there be a boob transfer system for all women?? like, a girl can be like “I have an F cup and I really want to go down a couple of sizes because my back hurts” and a girl with an A cup could be like “Oh could you transfer some of ur boob tissue to me because I’d like to go up a size” and it would be done
do you have any idea how great that would be
ok but imagine if trans boys could donate their boobs to trans girls
So, my best friend leaves tomorrow to go to Boston/New York for about a week for her birthday. Which is totally amazing and I’m super duper jealous and I know she’s gonna have the greatest time. But to be quite honest, I’m really scared of, what if I get really bad this week? Because there’s no way that I’m gonna text her about it and bring her down, especially when she’s with her best friend in a wonderful place during a wonderful time of year. No, I just couldn’t do it. Even thinking about it makes my conscience heavy. I guess I’ll just have to internalize it again and just really go numb this week…? I don’t know…
“I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.”—Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird (via feellng)
I mean he probably likes her. There’s another girl in our group that’s way prettier and smarter and thinner and has a nicer smile and is more genuine and has a real personality and is super funny and is probably more talented and doesn’t have depression & anxiety and is more fun to be around etc, etc.
“A woman is only vulnerable when her nail polish is drying, and even then she can still pull a trigger.”—some great quote I heard somewhere once upon a time and that is very, very true (via traffic-jam-session)
Black: I would date you. Green: I think you’re cute. Blue: You are my tumblr crush. Grey: I wish we still talked Purple: I really love your blog. Teal: We have a lot in common. Yellow: FUCK ME, LET’S FUCK. Orange: I don’t like your blog. Brown: I don’t like you. Pink: I think you are unattractive. Red: I hate you with a burning passion. White: Marry me.