YOU KNOW WHAT that trend there was in the mid to late 2010s of putting a unicorn horn on literally everything was actually pretty rad. That aesthetic was actually like not bad. Gimme the pink and teal flowers, glitter gold accents, and cheesy calligraphy.
I realized that me learning Arabic would piss off a lot Trumpers, so whenever I see some stupid shit about them I fuel my rage into my Arabic lessons.
Being disabled is being bad at things that people think you can't be bad at. How are you bad at sneezing? Idk man.
Sometimes, I like to think that people are the product of their time alive. A conglomeration of experiences. It hurts me to think that way because then I would be nothing more than a photo album full of fear and abuse. Other times I think that maybe there is something innate to a person. Some part of them that can't be taken away. It hurts just as much to think like that. To think that maybe there's some part of me that's locked away, or torn to unrecognizable shreds. Most of the time I think it's both. It hurts, but I live with it.
GUESS WHO'S PARENTS ARE OFFICIALLY 100 PERCENT DIVORCED
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Squeaky clean!!
obsessed w/him actually
My sister's dog is a malamute mix, and while he's not quite as large, he got all the malamute fur. "Sister dearest," I say, "your carpet is lying on me again." Meanwhile, I struggle to breathe.