REMEMBER SKIP-IT FROM THE 90’S
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REMEMBER SKIP-IT FROM THE 90’S
my weapon of choice during school yard fights
So you’re a young lady living in Mulan’s village. Like the other girls you get all dolled up and go to the matchmaker to find a husband.
The local tomboy goes first so you’re chilling outside, psyching yourself up, chatting up the gals, when you hear a crash from inside followed by screaming.
Out runs the matchmaker, she’s covered in ink and on fire. Mulan throws an entire kettle of steaming tea in her face. The matchmaker yells at her that she will never be married or bring her family honor. It’s been at most five minutes.
What do you do? Do you just, like, go home? Explain to your family you didn’t get a husband cause your neighbor set the matchmaker on fire? Do you go inside and try your luck at getting a husband on the 50-50 shot she gives all the well behaved girls good husbands out of spite while risking her foul mood giving everyone shitty matches?
Idk I just wanna know how that afternoon went for everyone else there.
He estado nostálgico desde que nos conocimos, porque sé que siempre hay un último día para todo.
Escritor de sueños
Emo dissapeared because now everyone wants to die and it isn’t special anymore.
vení, acostate conmigo
sacame la ropa
y de paso,
sacame toda esta tristeza
in this essay, i will explode
Enserio, no lo merecía.
What's your damage, Heather?
someone *hurts me emotionally*
me “lmao!! omg”
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The fuck did I just watch?
Simba tho
me da miedo la idea de perderte
también me aterra el como me siento contigo
el como me siento cada vez más débil
no que me hagas sentir como si fuera nada
me haces sentir como si fuera todo
yet I’m still afraid
ya no
Ser flaca no es ser linda. Meter el pito no es coger. Fecundar el óvulo no es ser padre. Parir no es ser madre. Un título no es inteligencia.