you’re not what you look like. you’re the music you listen to, the shows you watch, the art you make, the flowers in your hair, your favourite blanket. you’re not the pimple on your nose or the pudge on your stomach. You’re not your thighs or your teeth. you’re the colour of your hair, you’re your favourite band, you’re the mismatch socks you wear and your favourite sweater. You’re what you love, you’re not what you look like or the body you are in.
wouldnt it be fucking scary if you had a clock that counted down until the moment you die. like what if it could be altered too like one day it says 70 years left but then you do something and it says 10 minutes left and youre like what the fuck i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up
my little sister was blasting wrecking ball from her room so when the chorus came in I burst in and threw a yoga ball at her
one might say that I [whips off sunglasses] came in like a wrecking ball
she’s still yelling at me
- someone: have you seen this movie?
- me: no but i've seen gifs