You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.
someone should come see haim with me in may ok thanks
I’m sort of OK as long as I sit perfectly still on the couch here. Like how you don’t realize how drunk you are until you step off the bar stool, the real trouble starts when I try to get up and do anything.
Wow the nerve these moms have… Taking their children to the park.. I’m trying to smoke drugs here god
list of people who can make me laugh so hard that i can’t even breathe