Boys are so moody and non-communicative I can’t stand it. Even if they’re just my friend I hate feeling like I did something wrong and they won’t fucking tell me what it is so I can fix it. I get one word answers and my messages are ignored and idk what I did wrong but I feel sick about it because he’s my friend but he won’t tell me why he’s pissed at me and I don’t read minds so idk what the fuck I’m supposed to do.
We call ships ‘she.’ We call our war machines ‘women.’ We compare women to black widows and vipers. And you’re going to tell me it’s not ‘lady-like’ to scream, to take up space, to fight and demand respect and do whatever the hell I want. You’ve looked at nuclear bombs and been so in awe that you could only name them after women. Don’t try to down-play my power.
AMERICA DOESNT KNOW THE JOY OF TERRYS CHOCOLATE ORANGE
WHAT THE HECK IS THAT I SWEAR TO GOD IF THIS IS ANOTHER FANTASTIC CANDY WE’RE MISSING I
chill the fuck out we definitely have these
this week on “The UK pretends to be special”