I had wings once, and they were strong. They could carry me above the clouds and into the headwinds, and they never faltered. Not even once. But they were stolen from me.
on the end credits to my life
if you dont still say “wed-ness-day” in your head when you spell wednesday then ur a fucking liar
Deep down, fearing the reaper is the reason why everyone’s so messed up in the head. They know the end is nigh, but there’s nothing they can do about it, so it drives them nuts and they live their lives with one eye on the clock. We don’t have to do that. We can smash the clock to pieces. That is an incredible blessing.
Disney Renaissance Leading Ladies
what if all the scenerios we make up in our head are actually real events happening in an alternative universe and we’re actually connecting with our alternate self’s mind
my alternate self is getting some serious dick
me not shaving my legs has literally nothing to do with feminism and literally everything to do with me being lazy