i want a soft connection. i want to be asked how my day went and if i need anything. i want forehead kisses. i want the back of my hand kissed at red lights. i want to be asked how i’m mentally feeling. i want to hold hands everywhere we go.
I'm a woman with a daughter.
Worrying about strangers ruling over my body.
Ruling over my daughter's body.
You're damn right I'm angry.
And if you can't deal, unfollow me.
I think I love tumblr the most bc I don't owe anyone anything. I can come on here and reblog the most unhinged ridiculous shit and then leave. I'm not giving any explanation.