“you can’t enter our gene pool” the man says to you. at first you think he’s being elitist and a eugenicist, but then you realize that the pool is an actual gene pool, a swimming pool only open to men named ‘gene.’ that’s not your name.
i’m sorry
i am incredibly and unspeakably sorry
(via notkyla)
“You are, at once, both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.”
— Kafka
(via penseesduchoeur)
if i can’t marry mr heald i can ask him to marry my future husband and me.
yes my thighs touch and so do the rest of my legs and also my feet in fact my whole bottom half is in one piece i am a mermaid
(via rsapberries)
