Sock-mace - Sophie

im feeling sad in this chili’s tonight

not the hero we deserve but the hero we need

I wish my eyes could glow with rage

it's about spending your whole life yearning for a softness that wasn't made for you; turning to a life of violence that allows you to take fine things on a whim, but still knowing you wouldn't be welcome amongst those for whom those fine things were made. it's about finally being allowed to spend a short time with those you've always envied, only to find that you don't fit with them and probably never will. it's about standing on the deck of a ship under the full moon and having someone treat you with the gentleness you crave, not out of force or obligation, but because he feels like you deserve it. it's about how in that moment your heart skips a beat and, oh, maybe you were made for softness after all.

comprehensive thread of petitions + donation links in the replies + gofundme directly from george floyd’s family

type “i am” in the tags and whatever comes up first is your new mandatory kin

i'm literally begging you to help us defend our freedom of speech. we have six days.

please reblog this post, especially if you live outside of the philippines. please help us.

i didn't make the carrd, but it's one of the most useful links right now. #JunkTerrorBillNow needs the most urgency, but there are other issues present too.

i'm begging you all to reblog.

playlists for when you want to gatekeep popular bands <3 

looking at the red figures on my alarm clock and realising it’s 3:00am yet again, time to deem myself unloveable and cry to phoebe bridgers i guess 

become the indie kid who aimlessly drives around town in their parents beaten up subaru whilst playing surf curse with the windows rolled down. passersby will think you’re the main character even though you still can’t book your own dentist appointments without hyperventilating

each morning i apply thick, patchy eyeliner before walking down to the street corner and barking at men to assert my dominance. what a rush. 

i don’t think i’m built to be loved passionately and perhaps indulging in romantic fantasies is unwise but here we are, painfully waiting yet again

all gen-z girls know is get groomed on kik, nicotine dependecy, be bicurious, instagram activism, dabble in 100 gecs, eat nothing, and lie (”female manipulator” playlist)

if year eight me had self-awareness it would have been OVER for y'all but alas,,,all i had was drugstore eyeliner, all time low shirts, and ao3

kate bush dancing to wuthering heights but it’s just me alone in my room

songs to drive impossibly fast to 

Hey runners (and walkers)! Thought this might be helpful :)

Target acquired, Im going in.