Hours Of Reading Research Papers Just To Write A Couple Of Lines In My Own Paper Sucks. Honestly Im This

Hours of reading research papers just to write a couple of lines in my own paper sucks. Honestly I’m this close to give up 👌

remember in School of Rock where the black girl was afraid to say she wanted to be a singer because she was fat and didn’t want to get laughed at but Dewey was all “who gives a shit, I’m fat too and so is aretha franklin but we’re still valuable and we rock” and then the girl felt better without having to be told that beauty comes in all sizes or some other bullshit. thats the kind of body positivity I’m looking for. tell these babies that they’re worth a damn without tying it to any other arbitrary ideals

our top story tonight: sad girl shocked to find listening to sad songs makes her even sadder

“We’ll, what are you gonna do? Life’s a bitch and then you die, right?”

I'm such a hopeless romantic

I’m a lover. I want to drown in tenderness. I crave emotional intimacy. I’m a sucker for deep soul sessons. I’m at my best when I’m loved and when I’m loving.

Heavy on giving the sweetest and most tender love

I wonder if they know,

I wonder if they know that I think of them when I paint my nails. I wonder if they’ll like the color. I wonder if they’ll find it prettier when we hold hands.