if we are talking about things i care about in this world, it can pretty much be summed up by this gif - harry styles looking like a teenage girl who got drunk on Archer’s Aqua Schnapps, hitting on older bearded men by a pool wearing a t-shirt that’s like a neon sign advertising his dick.
Sometimes I think about all the things over the years that have been said to me (if you lost weight you’d be really pretty, only thin girls can wear that) or about me (she’s got an alright face…) or shouted about me in the street (you should put your dog on a leash) and I’m really thankful that I’ve come out the other side of 25 not hating myself.
And sometimes I think about how sometimes when I get a glimpse of my reflection in a window I have to concentrate really hard on not hating what I see and it makes me sad that I live in a society where girls are made to feel like their self worth is dependant on how sexually appealing they are.
I dunno, I’m just really glad that I found feminism and realised that it’s society that’s ugly and not me.
Hey Tumblr, adventures in home-hair-dyeing have turned the top of my head purple while the rest remains blonde. This coconut ice cream is the shit. That is all.
anyone wanna talk about how I’m seeing this man in a week?
When I’m bored at work I write whole fictional lives for myself in messages to my friends.
Amy is my best and only friend.
Work in progress