it’s almost as if tspoon should idkkkkk maybe coach in the muhfuckin wnba????? she also had some very kind things to say about chennedy carter 🥹 one thing bout spoon, she’s gon pour into the players she’s around!
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it’s almost as if tspoon should idkkkkk maybe coach in the muhfuckin wnba????? she also had some very kind things to say about chennedy carter 🥹 one thing bout spoon, she’s gon pour into the players she’s around!
just putting this here because it's genuinely eating me alive rn
there is nothing i hate more than watching men debate over women's rights and struggles. they're sitting here arguing thinking they're making great points about "women are this" "women need this" "women should this" with cocks between their legs and no wombs in their bodies. and then they wanna sit here and talk about who qualifies as a "true woman" without having a SINGLE goddamn "qualification" they decide is true. then you take a look around and there's not a single woman in the building.
but who am i to say anything about women's rights? i'm just a woman.
Remember when Harry Styles said "bring back manly men." on Dec 2, 2020 ?
I get it now. I get it. I do. I really do. Man-children are everywhere.
- scribblesfromnowhere
YOUR SHOES ❤️ (and your face obviously 🙂↕️)
Thank you angel! I don’t wear them to work anymore because a guy I used to date called them cobblers shoes 😒
hi you told me to send hatemail so here goes...... i hate uhh men. and i like your blog :3
NOT THE HATEMAIL I EXPECTED BUT THE HATEMAIL I NEEDED thank you anonnie !!! uwu
the night a man asked my girlfriend to pay him the 15 dollars she was saving for college textbooks so that he could stare at her boobs on an empty train platform.
And suddenly, the way my girlfriend’s blue lace bralette poked out from the tangerine tank top was no longer something for her to tease me about, tell me, “my eyes are up here,” with a pointed look and pinch on my hip.
My flannel shirt pulled tight across the little crop top she was no longer playfully calling me a slut for wearing.
Her feet, firmly planted on the ground, not kicking and flailing to the pump up show tunes, no lipgloss microphone held to her mouth for the big orchestra solo.
I feel the icy wind cutting against my tense crossed arms, listen closely to its croon, reminding me that our bodies were never really just ours that we were silly girls to ever imagine otherwise that this is just what happens when you ride the red line after 10pm.
When a guy I once slept with (and offered to cheat on his gf with me) is at the gym with his friends💀