When does this day stop being the day you died? When does it stop feeling unfair that it was you? I wonder if this day will ever stop being hard.
whenever “strong female characters” insult men by calling them girls my eyes roll so far back in my head i can see my brain cells die
destroy this new idea that a woman can’t be strong if she cries over a man she’s lost. destroy the idea that you have to be cold and emotionally detached in order to be a strong woman