so in love with people who are just. unapologetically themselves. they don't give a damn what you think about the pastel plushies decorating their bed, nor what you think about the pins of their favorite cartoon characters on their backpack. they will continue writing their fanfictions regardless of whether you think it's cool or not; will continue reading their comfort books in spite of any stringent critics; will continue watching and rewatching their so called cheesy romcoms because they enjoy doing so. they will continue prioritizing their happiness over pleasing people who will never be pleased and quieting white noise that will never be quieted.
why cant we women just like live without boys. why do we have to spend late nights obsessively talking about them while they probably don't even give a damn about you and are probably talking to an another girl. it's always us who are the victims right? and it is so so sad. can't we just talk about ourselves and how amazing we are. i don't think we need boys to live, we can be happy and contended within ourselves to right? we have beautiful minds but all we want to do is open instagram and obsess over that silly lil boy, who's probably calling you a whore. but you dont give a damn right all you care about is how good he looks. utter bullshit. that's why i think i relate to jo march so much. and right now i am crying for that reason and for the first time i compulsively with my whole heart hate hate hate men. don't get me wrong over here i am not hating over men here, well i am but more that that i am more angry at ourselves, us pretty girls who have let thes...
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