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what if I wasn’t tired all the time imagine the possibilities

sigh i love facultea

kinda want to thank teachers for being bad at their jobs cause now im motivated to study better so that i wont end up like them

im not ✝️️catholic✝️️ im 𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔠

i have been saved by the grace of the miami boys choir

fuck being on the right side of history we all make mistakes anyway inSTEAD be on the right side of chismis

yea if i were god i wouldnt return too

i hate being a woman. i hate how the world will never ever see me as a human first, i will always be a woman. i hate how no matter what clothes i wear, even the slighest curve of my silhouette will always be seen. no matter how i walk, the flick of my hips will always sway along my steps. no matter what i say, emotion and vulnerability will always be heard first, before any of my actual words are even registered by their brains. no matter how much i cover my face, the gentleness of my eyes can never be buried. no matter what i do, i will always carry anything as if it would break between my hands. no matter what i achieve, my sex would always be muttered, as if a vip pass. no matter what happens, my body will always be seen as marketable, desirable, and disposable. how i can never spread my legs in a train, never disobey a man, never be a person of my own. i will always be a woman and it's a burden, a curse that i continue to live with into my entire life.

but god forbid, i will ever be not a woman. i am a woman, and i love it as much as i hate it. god forbid that i stop painting my face in beautiful colors, clothing my body with pretty, flowy, and dainty fabrics, styling my lucious locks, lending a lipstick to another person in the bathroom, collecting flowers from pavement cracks, sympathizing with people i never know, caring when i dont have to, helping even when it hurts me, admiring even the ugly, understanding lyrics from songs, memorizing poetries to the heart, crying to movie scenes no one would even care to look deep into, finding beauty in the most obscure, scary and bizzare things. god forbid i stop seeing the world in a colorful lens of care, disillusionment, empathy, innocence, curiosity, remorse, grief, embarrassment, hatred and love.

i hate being a woman i really do, but i will never leave the femininity that  i have come to love, the femininity that cares and love, the femininity that the world desparately needs.

crying i have SO MUCH facultea but i cant share them to anyone bcs apparently that makes me a bad person

sticking true to my humss ness i fucking love gossip ONLY if it doesnt affect me oc

bad time to be on tumblr if ure a nsfw hater aka me

gbfs are fucking annoying but have u ever heard of baklang gbf 😏

got called an ace card bcs of our debate and im happy to be called by it but not for the same reason as they initially have

faith cant bring me back to church but the aesthetic sure can

screaming crying jo march is just like me fr

Either to die the death, or to abjure Forever the society of men.

A Midsummer Nights’s Dream [Theseus-1.1.67-68]

im new to tumblr so if u see a post that u think comes from twitter, thats prolly mine

bring heaven to us but i’ll always be in my little bubble of hell

dare i say, dont let time win. fight her with your impetuousness, race her with your actions, match her ticks with thoughts, drown her noise with your desires, run away from her authority and forget her completely until death comes at your door and reminds you of her that you have left. by then you shall make another decision, will you cherish and accept her without a fight or will you let adrenaline once again cloud your mind and senses of the unescapable responsibility and rule of time.

im here because im being 1984 by george orwell’ed on my twitter

thinking about how fucking massive the universe is and yet i cry over a missing assignment

Writing about a child rapist did not make Vladimir Nabokov a child rapist.

Writing about an authoritarian theocracy did not make Margaret Atwood an authoritarian theocrat.

Writing about adultery did not make Leo Tolstoy an adulterer.

Writing about a ghost did not make Toni Morrison a ghost.

Writing about a murderer did not make Fyodor Dostoevsky a murderer.

Writing about a teenage addict did not make Isabel Allende a teenage addict.

Writing about dragons and ice zombies did not make George R.R. Martin either of those things.

Writing about rich heiresses, socially awkward bachelors, and cougar widows did not make Jane Austen any of those things.

Writing about people who can control earthquakes did not make N.K. Jemisin able to control earthquakes.

Writing about your favorite characters and/or ships in situations that you choose does not make you a bad person.

It’s a shame that in this day and age these things need to be said.

I love the idea of Kaz taking on Inej's last name after their marriage. Brekker was just for the sake of it, Rietveld is long gone and something he wouldn't want to attach himself to.

They'd like it, too, he's part of her family now.

Kaz Ghafa. Kaz Ghafa? KAZ GHAFA.✨

im so indecisive