We’ve (well I have) been marathoning PR on Hulu.
Now Ex is a big dude. Like….a big dude.
So we’ll be sitting down and he’ll have his locks out and his feet up drinking a Guinness and smoking a cigar…and when a design he likes comes down the runway he’ll be like ”Oh…..that’s fabulous.”
lol. makes me laugh every time.
Gotdamn I’m so sick of these bitches. Now all of a sudden you wanna be this enlightened person (and that’s fine) and you’re shunning other people going through the same things cuz they don’t deal with their problems the way you choose to?
Who the hell made you God honey?
If I want to talk about traumatic experiences and my day to day healing process, or how I choose to celebrate myself getting healthier (bitch you don’t know my life, don’t assume I’m working on my body to fit some gotdamn societal ideal, why don’t you ask me why I’m doing what I’m doing?) or how I’m tired of people being nasty to each other under the guise of “awareness”…that’s my choice. Just un-fucking-follow me, but don’t tell me what I can and cannot write about.
And before anyone TRIES to misinterpret what I’m saying, lemme break it down: You do not get to tell me how the fuck I should be living my life, just because you wouldn’t do it that way. feel me fam?
YOU BETTER HIDE!
If the photo isn’t tagged with that artists name it will still show up. Savior can only filter words.
I have that artist in my savior as well.