Boys can be raised to be good and girls can still be scared. No one taught me to be scared of men. My parents taught me to be cautious and distrusting as a default, and my friends’ mistakes and tragedies have reinforced this idea.
my granddad just called me to tell me how big his cauliflowers are growing and it was so cute theyre “TWICE as big as the ones you get in the shop”
i told my granddad this post has 3,500 notes and he said ‘who are they? do i know them?’ he wanted me to list everyone and see if he knew anyone
This why I love old people and can’t wait to be one
god who fucking cares. who fucking cares. who fucking cares. everyone stop being offended and mad over the smallest shit ever. ask urself who the fuck fucking cares
I didn’t think I had a type, but something about brunettes…damn.
Boyf: reblogs text post about eating pussy
Meeting someone brilliant and leaving before finding out their name is the most infuriating thing