Childhood is a knife stuck in your throat. It can’t be easily removed.
THEY ARE TRYING TO TAKE THE ENDANGERED SPECIES ACT DOWN
AND REPLACE IT WITH THE BULLSHIT ENDANGERED SPECIES MANAGEMENT SELF-DETERMINATION ACT
THAT ALLOWS STATES TO DECIDE IF THEY EVEN WANT TO ABIDE BY LAWS PROTECTING SPECIES AT ALL
AND DELISTS SPECIES AFTER ONLY FIVE YEARS
DOES ANYONE ELSE EVEN CARE
better question; how do we stop this?
She told me she hates alcohol as she took another shot but it burned less than all of the unsaid words rotting in her throat.
She told me she hates being alone but she never is anyway because her nightmares are always screaming and her dreams are always running.
She told me she breaks her bones for an image she will never see and she unzips her skin for people who never love her.
She told me she writes love letters to herself and she never receives them because they always get lost in the mail of her mind.
She told me her veins have bled from all of the ink she has used to draw paradise on her cracked bedroom walls.
She told me her fingers ache from all the times she has had to stitch her unraveled heart back together.
I told her I hate alcohol too but we both said cheers as we tapped our glasses together and let the rotting words in our throats wash down.
i have a friend who has been taking birth control since she was 12 because she’s anemic and if she didn’t take it she would bleed out excessively during her period and end up in the hospital
dont fucking tell me that birth control isn’t crucial to people
i take it because i have an ovarian cyst and if i don’t it feels like i’ve been shot in the side, its excruciating
okay but a story about an asexual pirate who gets made fun of by the crew until he saves all of them from sirens
A pirate for the adventure, not the booty
oh my gosh i want that on a bumper sticker
Trying to pilot a ship here. Thanks.
IT GOT BETTER