I'm Rebecca. I go to school and participate in marching band. Then I go home and cry about Bobby Singer. Then I go to sleep and wake up a few hours later. It's a vicious cycle.
i hit my coworkers shoulder lightly and he was like “you’re going to make me cry like a girl” and i was like “what’s wrong with being a girl?” and he was quiet for a moment then he looked into the distance and whispered “the social standards they’re forced to live by”
isn’t it funny how people say ‘grilled cheese’ instead of ‘grilled cheese sandwich’? you could be talking about an actual piece of grilled che
i stopped typing because i realized that this is the single most worthless post ever conceived
every woman on tumblr should have this on their dash
And every man
Look how nobody’s yelling or arguing or making things into a competition. Look how this is to straight up educate people through a different perspective. Look how effective that makes the message.
im literally always looking at my reflection not because im conceited but because i just think it feels kind strange to have a physical form and im constantly trying to process who and what i am
This. Someone put into words.
Every so often I look at myself and don’t recognize myself. Like I was expecting to see some other body.
if you have not seen this PLEASE do now
I SCROLLED THROUGH 3 MONTHS ON LIKES TO FIND THIS VIDEO
IF YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND SEVEN VAGAÑAS. HERE U GO