- Helena Bonham Carter (via caideunplaneta)
Where are the boys that write you a letter or a poem or sing you songs or draw you cute things? The boys who emphasize a speech on your mere cheeks? That send you love letter by mail? Where are the boys who will make you a bracelet on your birthday instead of buying you one? In another planet.
I find these striking.
women grow hair on their boobs and their butts and their legs and their arms and their stomachs and their face and really anywhere their genetics decides to have hair and it is perfectly normal what isnt normal is men who have never touched a razor trying to shame women for not looking like a hairless baby
Sometimes I think about losing you, and it feels so impossible that the thought doesn’t hurt me at all. Like if I wouldn’t hurt when you leave my life. But I fear with great intensity how bad that pain that seems impossible now, would be.
*cant take a good selfie* *entire day is ruined*