Detail of The Crown of Roses by Jules Scalbert.
a. one text post doth not a taylor swift defender make
b. she’s actually your average run of the mill bog standard sexist who i think is a bit of a douchebag and gets treated like a demon from hell because she’s a woman and is unapologetic about telling her (vaguely irritating) story, and if i choose to point out that a man does exactly the same thing and no one fucking mentions it and that that’s straight up bullshit, that’s kind of my prerogative
well in that case, cohen definitely did ‘gossip’ about his relationships, so i honestly don’t have a clue what you’re talking about ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I know that cats have a ‘feed me’ purr but I think they might have a ‘maybe if I purr she’ll think I like her so she’ll relax her desperate grip and I can get out of this godforsaken cuddle sooner I swear to god if you don’t stop snorgling my neck I know my forehead smells nice but there is a LIMIT YOU DUMB BINT’ purr too
I would say that the last thing I want to do is get into an anon argument about taylor swift but your use of the word gossip is so clearly influenced by misogyny that I can’t even help it.
no one ever gets pissy at leonard cohen writing about janis joplin sucking his cock so shut the fuck up about taylor swift
Garbage Girls is a project of the photographer Maya Fuhr for Vice that shows messy girls in their messy bedrooms.
the amount of text posts i get to the end of and then just go ‘no’ to could fill a small purse. which is quite a lot seeing as they’re in cyberspace, and i have no idea how science works.
other anon i think you have a fanclub ^_^
i want to eat you up like the 12 mandarins and 2 cups of walnuts i just inhaled so you can live inside me forever. thank you so much :))
to be honest i have got a lot of time for appropriating and disrespecting christian imagery. wearing a rosary is the equivalent of stealing a white boy’s snapback for all the damage it’s gonna do.
adulthood is like the time when i rode the giant drop at an amusement park 14 times in a row and falling 180ft actually got boring
(Source: ohthirwall)
my relationship with food is so fucked up. i eat when i’m sad, and i get sadder every mouthful because i feel so out of control- it doesn’t matter what it is i’m eating, or how much. it’s just the fact that i’ve let something get on top of me and it’s making me do something, try to stopper some emotion or ignore something or even control something by eating, as stupid as that sounds? (yeah you can’t keep people from hating you but by FUCK you can eat that chocolate bar YOU GO GIRL). and then there’s the times where i can’t eat something, somewhere- i’m eating an apple at my desk, a co-worker goes ‘feeding your face again?’ and i go ‘yeah. yeah i am’ because what the fuck is it to you? and the funny (not funny) thing is that i barely used to eat at work because i felt so uncomfortable. fat girl eating in public, what is she doing? so even though i didn’t eat (feed my face, stuff my face, little piggy got her head in the trough again, can’t she control herself? because that’s 1/2 the judgement- they think (rightly for me, wrongly for many) that it’s a lack of control. lack of control of my body, of my emotions, of my life) i still get the comments. and then there’s the rebellion- moments where i go fuck you i’m getting the normal coke and even that, that’s not my choice. it’s a reaction. everything in my life feels reactionary at times, my weight goes up, i’m unhappy because fuck you, i’m happy because fuck you, my weight goes down, i’m happy because fuck you, i’m unhappy because fuck. you. i want to be (un)happy for me. and i don’t want that to be too much to ask.