I spend my time learning about photoshop design, programming, psychology and the way things work in general.
This coincides with a serious addiction to Doctor Who, Breaking Bad, Stand-up/comedy shows, Twenty One Pilots, Eminem and a lot of other music.
EVER has a right to touch you if you don’t want to be touched.
Not your husband or wife. Not your fiance. Not your boyfriend or girlfriend. Not your partner. Not your friends. Not even your own family.
You are a person and your body is your own. And it’s a privilege if you allow someone to touch it.
A god damn privilege that can be snatched up and you don’t owe anyone a reason but that it’s your body and only YOUR body.
it probably seems like i cry over stupid shit but tbh i usually end up crying because i’ve stored up all of my upset feelings from multiple things rather than express them and then the littlest thing sets me off like spilling my drink may not be that big of a deal but when i’ve stored up that many negative emotions it feels like i busted a hole in the hoover dam