when guys talk about how gross periods are i just laugh because guys have a floppy piece of flesh that gets hard and that’s pretty fuckin weird, bucko
have you noticed how paradoxical the sentence “stop telling people what to do” is
(Source: shalrath)
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.
HELLO FRIENDS HOW R U
me at the end of the semester
(Source: rihronna)

