imagine my surprise when i get these at 4 in the morning after a date that i thought went really well…

as much as i hate to admit it, he was right. i let him win…

thats what gets me more than anything, like psa dont make the mistake i did, you’re better than that

you flip a biker the bird and you tell him how you fucked his mom last night 

you beat your date at arm wrestling & then you rip his weak puny arm off with the strength of the thousand eyed goddess who lives within

you twerk a victory dance in the rain of male tears because you do not care about some guys fragile masculinity

you are strength, you are the winner, you are a goddess, and regardless of gender or sex you are precious. 

so DONT YOU LET HIM WIN respect yourself

ps; my outfit was on point liiiike/