You know what I hate? When people get pissed off when you tell them you don’t want them to touch you. Like excuse me, I don’t actually want you to touch my arm. I don’t want a hug right now. I don’t give a shit if you’re family. I don’t care if the phrase “I don’t want to be touched” puts you off. Just don’t fucking touch me.
"why do you like floral prints so much" because i’m not a person. secretly i’m just a mass of bees. trying to blend in with humans. unable to let go of my love of flowers
eighth grade me would seriously be losing her mind if she was aware of the things that have been happening.
she. would. die.
reblogging myself because it’s getting even more relevant.
i think about this all the time omg.
every time i reblog this my life has gotten more insane omg.