people who hate on flannel are not worth your time, you OWN that lumberjack look and chop down the haters
Buy me cute underwear and oversized hoodies and let me fall asleep in your lap
When my mom gives me the phone to talk to my relatives
If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.
But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.
this fucking hit me like a fucking train
- Me: I have anxiety
- What most people think I have: I'm shy and can't talk to people. I'm awwwwkwaaaard.
- What I actually mean: I have full blown panic attacks which include heart palpitations, breathing problems, shaking, sweating and constant fear that I'm going to die when faced with situations I find uncomfortable.