laura. she/her. confused and confusing. embodying the eldest daughter of a southern politician who went to women’s college and came back softer and brooding and queer. gay rory gilmore who keeps tarot cards in her bag now.
I wish every girl could see herself through wlw eyes. literally I find every kind of girl beautiful and stunning and drop dead gorgeous like if you’re self conscious about your curly hair? I love it. don’t like your soft belly? I just died. hate being tall? u r the tall gf of my dreams. wish you were taller? I want u to be my pocket-sized gf
“It’s often unhealthy to hyper-analyze your sexuality to the point where how you experience it changes where you belong. This is why the idea that broader terms are somehow more restrictive is baffling. Continuously breaking labels down and creating terminology for each facet of one’s identity shrinks communities until it’s just one person convinced that they’re the only one who relates to their experiences. It isolates people and ignores the importance of individuality within a collective identity.”
Teaching creative writing to 8 to 12 year olds this summer, a demographic whose stories include a shocking amount of murder. The use of “unalive” was so egregious I had to tell them, “if you aren’t comfortable using the words death, die, and kill, you aren’t mature enough to be writing about them yet”. Kiddo asked me if that applies to adults as well, and I told them it very much does, so here’s a PSA.
If you aren’t comfortable using the words death, die, and kill, you aren’t mature enough to be writing about them yet.
worst college experience actually was people seeingme use tumblr and say ‘haha oh i used to use tumblr we could follow eachother’ and i open their blog and its like 700 artic monkeys band gif grunge images pastel moodboards and im sitting here hands folded like you are about to learn our uses of this site are wildly different and i just posted a photo of a buff man in a g string
