i have holes in my t-shirts that i wear at home. they are getting bigger with each day. and i'll wear them till i can stick my head through the holes.
another day feeling stuck and immobile. which i literally was.
i miss when roman roy was saying random shit with horrific implications
Loving my new beautiful athame.
cut my hair once myself, now i'm the family hairstylist ðŸ«
Portra 800
Strand Book Store, NYC
Everyone else’s music taste sucks but mine *Plays the worst song you’ve heard on your entire life*
this is exactly what i was saying in the tags. but this person nailed it.
my mom is knee deep into bjp and sanghi propaganda. she's watching videos with titles such as - what's inside a muslim's head? she's trying so hard to rationalize this shit. lmao. i can't, just send help.
she's telling me "so many people have come forward with experiences (with muslims). they are so aggressive." so what do we do after a terror attack? recollect and bond over the few times muslims were rude towards you and forget everything else. every other experience laced with harmony and commonality goes out the window, the experiences which by far outnumber the bad ones. great.
Lake Mungo (2008) dir. Joel Anderson