Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.
I am not a commodity.
Me nor my virginity are possessions to be won or gained.
When others tell me,
"They haven’t earned you. He has to earn you,"
you’re simply reducing me to a product,
and them to a merchant.
Am I supposed to feel special because you tag me at a higher price than others?
I am not somebody’s.
I am a somebody.
shout out to all my followers struggling with their eating during the holidays, to everybody with unsupportive families, to everybody feeling weak, to everybody wanting to lock themselves in their room all night, to everybody anxious and panicked and feeling guilty while the people around them are enjoying themselves; you’re all so important to me and I hope this holiday season you can remember that you’re human and deserving of love no matter what
I’d be the worst food critic because I would just try someones food they made and be like ew this has tomatoes in it 0/10 this sucks.
If you want to watch BBC Sherlock on 15th of January but you don’t live in UK you have some live streams:
don’t let the patriarchy steal your basic human rights
r u ever scared to walk past a group of teenagers even though you are also a teenager
r u ever scared to walk past a group of people even though you are also a people