Moody, emotional teenage girl living in the sweet, disgusting suburbs of Dublin. A lover of all things black, including her heart. A writer of poetry and stories, undiscovered as of yet. Black coffee and sad songs make her world spin round. Boys are beautiful, girls are beautiful. Deal with it. A strong sense of wanderlust, believer of body positivity and feminism.
I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.
heteronormativity for dummies or, “why homophobes aren’t the only problem”
You will not believe the shit I get for correcting people when they talk about my daughter like this. Just stop fucking assigning sexualities to babies jfc straight people
I have the eye of the tiger, the heart of a lion, and a lifetime ban from the zoo
i secretly like getting assigned seats in school because it takes away that awkward “i have no friends in this class where the fuck am i gonna sit” factor
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
|yellow:||five turn ons|
|green:||four life goals|
|violet:||one thing you love|