You are SARAH and you are the MAID of HEART. You are in your TENTH SWEEP and you are a STUDENT of CREATIVE WRITING. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is QUILLKIND, because as you know, the PEN is mightier than the SWORD. You use your WRITING POWERS in the name of PROSPIT and FEMINISM. You are FAT and TATTOOED and anyone who doesn't like it can FUCK RIGHT OFF. Your FANDOMS include HOMESTUCK, WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE, and GAME OF THRONES.
"u dont need makeup to be pretty just be urself!!!"
ok but consider this
- i fucking love eyeliner
I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.
are you a boy? your clothes are boy clothes.
are you a girl? your clothes are girl clothes.
are you outside the binary of boy and girl? so are your clothes.
did someone just tell you your clothes don’t match your gender identity? they are a trashcan and their clothes are trashcan clothes.
Or in the words of Eddie Izzard..
This is basically what it’s like to be an adult.
Everything about this movie is gold
Dear “Weird Al,” we’re really glad you never became an architect.
This gives me hope
but why do i say “i know” to my pets when they make noises. im lying to them. i don’t know anything.
replace all the vowels in your name with the letter ‘a’ gO