friend: hey do you mind if i invite a few friends with us?
me: *freaks out at the prospect of having to interact with new human beings who are not in tune with my special brand of awkwardness and will most likely think i am the world's most boring human because i suck at feigning interest and making small talk* er sure
first years: all these upperclassmen are so intimidating and cool
me: hey wanna watch me score a FULL COMBO on an expert song in this anime taptap game
first years: not that one
me: i do not have time to read 30 pages of this textbook that's ridiculous
me: *reads 100k fic*
IT’S OKAY
NONE OF US KNOW WHAT THE FUCK WE’RE DOING
SOME OF US ARE JUST BETTER AT PRETENDING THAN OTHERS
It was a huge disappointment as a child to fall in love with the stars and then find out how much math it requires to get anywhere near them.
So the story goes, I really liked this photo and when I saw my tampon string I was disappointed for a moment because I thought it took away the beauty of the photo. Then I laughed at myself and shook off that negative thinking because I think it makes the photo even more beautiful. Fuck the demonizing of menstruation.
I am a woman. I bleed. I fight. I survive.
Hear me motherfucking roar.