Don’t tell me that my shoes don’t match
Don’t tell me to braid my hair
Don’t tell me my clothes are too tight
Don’t tell me my skirt is too short
Don’t tell me my voice is too loud
Don’t tell me to smile
Don’t tell me to wear sunglasses
Don’t try to cover my eyes
There’s no shading out this cruel world.
they say when we die, our lives flash before our eyes i didn't hear the news until a month later and your life hasn't stopped flashing through my mind since swimming in the lake you in underwear since
interactions between strangers sisters.2 * * * your sister messages you on facebook he's in the hospital a stroke, they think you should come see him you take the ultrasound with you they tell you he
i don't feel like i have the same right to cry like maybe they can see that my tears are slightly more heavy than theirs maybe it's like how muscle weighs more than fat maybe anger weighs more than gr