Catwalk

At the parking lot.

im not fond of the 'all men' thing (i hate it) but when i walk alone on a street i am certainly afraid of every single man who does so much as pass by me. logically i do know that they're just people on their business, just like me, but there is always a chance.

seven notes in six years

no i like my men pathetic and desperate for salvation with a wet paper bag of a physique. gimme lots of smoochies and nerd facts about lizards yayy<3

Life is actually simple.

Men are attracted to feminine women. Women are attracted to masculine men.

It’s really that simple.

the fact that the british colonized india for the spices but never learnt how to use them just shows what big losers they are. wdym you can kill and hurt millions but can't make a good butter chicken? Under the influence of your false superiority you only learned to destroy but not to create.

throwback to when my delirious five year old sister sat on the toilet, counted on her fingers, and declared with bone-deep wonder and joy that 7 + 3 is eleven

people on this site should remember to beep before they boop

A beach, and a crow searching for little sea- crawlies.

... Y'know what, sure. why not

Cassandra

In a sea of everything and everyone she is the one to pull me away, become my first best friend. She lets me be whoever I am. And I do not realize, until she leaves, with the overly-magnifying lenses and the shabby bag, with the dirty rough-book and the toothy smile. The last I see of her is the retreating barbie bag, the smile bright white and fake, the hair a mass of shiny gold. I never see her again.