I’m sorry, you must be at least a level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory
I will always reblog this whenever it appears in my dashboard.
the thing about living in australia is there’s always some weird animal making some fucked up noise outside your window
We’ve got that in England too but we call them chavs
breathe if im your favorite blog
so he just stopped breathing ma’am?
"Nobody has the right to turn out and tell me that I can’t wear a certain outfit, that I can’t go out to a certain place because I would be safer, or because a man looks at me…"