In truth, he rescued me, Your Grace. More than once.
a donkey named eeyore is his friend, a
nd kanga and little roo, t
here's rabbit and piglet and there's owl, b
ut most of all winnie the pooh❞
“i’m so depressed,” posted the caucasian heterosexual cisgender teenage girl on her blog
last time i checked depression can affect everyone and you’re fucking trash for invalidating the struggles depressed people go through
Super edgy pastel graphics telling you how not to be an asshole!
rollin my eyes at transwomen who keep saying shit like, “cis women wish they looked as good as we do they’re so basic bye”
everyone on planet earth already hates “cis” women and reduces them to their appearance you’re not revolutionary
It’s like watching myself and realizing why I’m single.
This abandoned tuberculosis hospital right down the street from my house has some of the most interesting and beautiful graffiti I’ve seen, I’m sad for not getting more pictures. It closed in the early ’80s, and some of the lockers still had patients’ rusted hangers in them. Supposedly one of the most haunted places in Massachusetts, although I didn’t experience anything (which was super disappointing). There’s three huge buildings and every time you turned around there was a new stairwell. I could’ve stayed for hours.