You are a woman.
That alone is everything.
You were already a completed poem the moment you left your mothers womb." — Joe Pound (via joepoundpoetry)
I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
I think about this all the time
"And then there was this weird girl with like, pink hair in a really dressy outfit, it was just a weird day man."
England: what are you doing
America: getting rid of u lmao
I got one of those sleeping masks you put over your eyes to keep the light out of your eyes and i was like “haha I wonder what this looks like on” so i took it to the mirror and put it on and then I realized the flaw in my plan