I am an intelligent, eloquent, well-mannered young woman who just so happens to say “fuck” a lot.
(via plain-jane-doe)
"when your little girl
asks you if she’s pretty
your heart will drop like a wineglass
on the hardwood floor
part of you will want to say
of course you are, don’t ever question it
and the other part
the part that is clawing at
you
will want to grab her by her shoulders
look straight into the wells of
her eyes until they echo back to you
and say
you do not have to be if you don’t want to
it is not your job
both will feel right
one will feel better
she will only understand the first
when she wants to cut her hair off
or wear her brother’s clothes
you will feel the words in your
mouth like marbles
you do not have to be pretty if you don’t want to
it is not your job"
- it is not your job | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)
(via loser-geek)
do you think if gordon ramsay was shipwrecked and washed ashore in a foreign land and a little lady found him almost dead on the beach and sheltered him in her home and nursed him night and day when she bathed his forehead and helped him sit up to feed him spoonfuls of weak broth he would feverishly murmur “this soup is so fucking salty you could use it to pay a roman soldier”
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