- No ethical consumption under capitalism
- human rights aren't a matter of opinion
- make racists afraid again
- punch your local fascist
- girls just wanna have fundamental rights
- dead men cant catcall
- your body my choice my knife your life
- respect existence or expect resistance
- keep your laws off our bodies
- eat the rich
- ableism isnt punk
- no one is illegal
- we are all we really have
- fight war not wars
- we all bleed the same
- compost in training
- life is short smile while you still have teeth
- if youre not angry youre not paying attention
- dont talk to cops
- the wrong amazon is dying
- support local bands
- keep on living keep on fighting
- DIY or die
- mother earth is not for sale
- fight like hell for the living
- lick acid not boots
- bottle tabs
- fabric scraps
- spikes/studs
- pouches
- chains
- safety pins
- staples
- lighter hoods
- screws
- bottle tops
i think there should be some level of rules for fireworks. like you can’t light them while under the influence or you get cited or you gotta get a license like you get a fishing license or something.
i have never enjoyed the idea of drunk people just lighting shit off in their backyards/residential areas. it’s just like weird to me that you can buy and light them whenever and however.
Normal: I love you. Fighting: I’d fight you. Flying: I’d date you. Poison: I’m envious of you. Ground: I want to meet you in real life. Rock: I can relate to what you’ve gone through. Bug: You bug me sometimes. Ghost: You scare me sometimes. Steel: I think you’re strong. Fire: I think you’re hot. Water: I think you’re cool. Grass: I think you’ve grown a lot. Electric: You surprise me sometimes. Psychic: We have a lot in common. Ice: I want to be closer to you. Dragon: I think you’re amazing. Dark: I’d fuck you. Fairy: I think you’re cute.
sleepy time /ᐠ˵- ᴗ -˵マ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
found all of my old pink stationary and my melody themed items and i love them and want to go back to that.
but that’s what drew my ex to me and i don’t know if i want something like that to go down again. it wasn’t even his fault. it’s just that the only time i have ever gotten a boyfriend without like pushing for it was him and when i was all pink.
i’m looking at my old stuff and going crazy bcs like i love it and i don’t know why i stopped but i also want to cry when i look at it.
just humping my little pillow <33
i’m making my year’s circle in beads this time instead of just drawing it <3
rubbing my cunnie so hard rn