Hi, I'm Ashley. 15 year old feminist. Rad as heck. Probably a bitch. Hopefully your spirit animal. Basically, I like music, pizza, and cats.
Done with these body checks. Mom Checks my legs and goes “NOTHING NEW!!!!! YAYYY!!” And claps her hands at me like I’m a fucking three year old. Like, that just makes things worse. I’m already striped bare, scars and cuts visible before you, I don’t need you to point them out to me.
You know who else is underrated? Owl City. This introverted guy who wrote a bunch of songs on his computer in his parents basement. With lyrics like “reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn’t wanna live there” and “please take a long hard look through your textbook, cause I’m history” and he tweets stuff like “got groceries. Enough social interaction for the week” and “girl I ain’t no astronaut, but I need a little space” and I love owl city
Being as an Ocean
Every time I start a new medicine, I get so goddamn tired and sick and ugh. I swear to god I’ve been on every ssri that’s been invented.
Sometimes I really like this sense of euphoria. It makes me want to go on a road trip to the mountains with the one I love, listening to music the whole way there. I feel like I can conquer the world, and I don’t care about any consequences.