Feminism is knowing that you don’t have to wear things to impress a man
Feminism is also knowing that it’s okay to wear things to impress a man if you want to
Society forgets the first part, tumblr forgets the second part
chill it’s cos your rare
the entire female population of east asia is rare?
homie ur about to be cooked medium rare and sacrificed
this will never not be funny.
i can’t actually breathe
It looks pissed
HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA omgg I can’t stop laughing
"i don’t support feminism because i don’t hate men"
teacher: its pajama day
that one kid: WHAT IF I SLEEP NAKED HAAAHAAHA
taking one step forward yet taking two steps back I stop and look and question
my questions have no answers yet how could they when they were never voiced in the first place
are you proud of me or do you think I’m a fuck up I need to know
thirsty for the truth I keep searching and angry from the past I keep quiet
I remember everything that everyone has done
'you don't want to become like Sarah, do you?'
'you're a bitch'
'you're so ungrateful,
'you're a piece of shit,
'you're going to hell, nobody is ever going to love you, it's good that your mom died, you're fat, you're ugly, I'm never letting you leave again, you're lazy, I don't really care about you'
I don’t care about you.
angry I keep silent.
retaliation is useless, so I keep my mouth shut. life goes at 75 while I’m going 20, close to stopping because why not
it’s hard keeping your head high when all you’re told is to keep it down and that you’re wrong and it cuts into your veins and scars your skin and brands itself into your heart where it won’t fade because it’s all you know
all I know is self degradation and loathing who I am and what I was and what I’ll become because I wasn’t taught different
I’m sorry that I’m obviously not enough for you I’m sorry that I can’t be what you wanted because you want the stars and the Benz while I’m dirt and a broken ford
I’m sorry that I couldn’t be up to your standards and I’m sorry I broke this family apart and I’m sorry that I can’t be there for any of you because it’s all my fault
the one time I try to live for myself it crumbles and crumbles and disintegrate into nothing but alcohol vapors and cigarette smoke and cracked hands from chemical substances at work because I try so damn hard to please everyone
trying is never enough and yet I still try because it’s me against everyone else
My dash is dead af
Oh well time to go into the tumblr after dark tag