“van gogh ate yellow paint because-” he was suicidal, karen
“If Van Goah had antidepressants, we wouldn’t have his artwo-” We’d have a lot more of his work, Karen, and who the fuck cares about what we get from him he deserved to be well, karen.
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“van gogh ate yellow paint because-” he was suicidal, karen
“If Van Goah had antidepressants, we wouldn’t have his artwo-” We’d have a lot more of his work, Karen, and who the fuck cares about what we get from him he deserved to be well, karen.
Date someone who will date you
Need me a freak like that
me, putting a bunch of hand wash only things in the washing machine: you guys look out for each other in there OK
Brendan Griffin
me to myself: girl if you actually applied yourself in like….anything you’d be dangerous bitch
person: today was a bit of a cheat day for me haha, i went on my morning run at 8 instead of 7 and had a little bit of whipped cream on my fruit at breakfast ;)
me: i haven't eaten anything but lemonade oreos for the past 2 days
Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.
Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride
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“bro do you lift”
“yeah dude how did you know”
“because you lift my heart whenever you’re around”
“bro”
love lemon trees! i too am bitter but growing