the brilliant thing about being a woman is that I’m punished for both trusting and distrusting men!
I should magically know which man is going to harm me by having a brief conversation with him. if I trust Bad Men, then, well. I should’ve known.
if I don’t trust Nice Men though, I’m an utter bitch who deserves violence. don’t I know most men are good people?
I’m sayin doe….
“If you weren’t here from the beginning then you’re a fake fan”. That’s just like saying my sister isn’t a part of my family because I escaped the vagina first.
i’m not even going to respond to anon hate anymore i’ll just post this.
*unconsciously touches own boobs in public* *remembers im not suppose to do that*
I think you mean subconsciously
no. catch me at your local walmart asleep in the Ball Cage gripping onto my titties for dear life