Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.
ok but consider this: nonbinary superheroes
"are you a man or a woman?"
"I’m a hero"
"What gender are you"
someone was like hey do a flower beard thing and i was like okay
can’t wait for the generation of grandmas with winged eyeliner
I’m British and I can’t even make a nice cup of tea
Climb the mountain so you can see the world, not so the world can see you.
When a girl says “Make me” that’s secret code for “fuck the shit outta me until I can’t walk or talk straight”
Is this true ladies?
this is 100% true
Some people, they can’t just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me… I don’t know. I didn’t want to fix it, to forget. It wasn’t something that was broken. It’s just…something that happened. And like that hole, I’m just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.
treat me like a college textbook. spend lots of money on me but never touch or look at me
no. treat me like your favorite book. keep me by your side, touch my every page, learn all my twists and turns, remember every word I say, even the ones that make you cry