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Going to school in the morning. Where people hate me. Where she hates me. Where my ex best friend practically judges me from across the room with one stare. Oh well. That's life right? #shehatesme #idontreallycareanymore #ohwell #myexcansuckadick #hahaokay #whatever
#tbt to last week when I could wear a sleeveless shirt in the middle of November... #andclimatechangeisntreal #hahaokay
im talking to you and holding a tampon. in my hand.
periods are shameful. don’t talk about it. hush. hush. especially don’t talk about it in front of men. ew. since age 12 i have been automatically carefully sneaking tampons and pads into my waistband under my shirt to carry them to the bathroom. It shouldn’t matter if people know i am on my period. i’m bleeding, my body is bleeding. when we get nose bleeds we don’t hide away in a restroom stall until it ends, we walk around with casts and crutches with bloody bandages on our knees. but we feel shame carrying our tampons and pads, we hide them where they can’t be found by anyone but ourselves, we put them in bags inside of bags because god forbid someone sees a tampon when you reach for your wallet and assumes you may be on your period. your stinking, gross, embarrassing period. a monthly injury of shame for vaginas. the scrapes on your knees, the scabs on your elbows, a blistering sunburn, they roam freely, uncovered, red and red and red. I have to pay money to make sure my clothes aren’t soiled each month. but when there is a small blotch of red on my jeans why is it the most shameful thing in the world. those are my jeans. why am i not supposed to talk about my period like you can talk about your broken leg. so what? you know a part of my body is bleeding. i have a vagina. why does that make me soiled, dirty, flawed. am i less of a sexual object now? sorry to put you through that. “periods are gross”. yeah periods are fucking gross and smelly and annoying as shit. but for me. not for you. my period has nothing to do with you. but that doesn’t mean i should be required to hide it. we exist because of periods. we exist because of blood. every month my uterus kills itself in protest of me not allowing it to create life. WHY CAN’T I FREELY WALK WITH MY FUCKING TAMPON.
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what do you call the useless skin around a vagina? the rest of a woman!
"There will be nerves again [at Newcastle], but we have dealt with nerves for a long, long time now. It is natural of course, because it shows that [the players] care but this team is on an exceptional run and has an exceptional spirit." -Arsene Wenger