one thing about girls is we love a debrief. in comfies, sitting in a circle, and recounting every single little thing that happened, while also talking a little bit of shit
girls on twitter: the only thing a man can do for me is DIE
girls texting their boyfriends: 😘😘😘 that’s me kissing your little forehead 🥺🥺🥺
girls in 1400s france: I hear the voices of angels. I must defend my country
we’re ab to get the most gut wrenching monologue ab girlhood and womanhood and being lost in life with no hope and direction when what you’re expected to be is no longer your reality WOAHHH
good friend is late 20s. in shape, has £10,000 a year, lives in a fine house with some of the finest woods in the country. but he’s consistently ghosted, ignored, or told “you’re the last man in the world i could be prevailed upon to marry.” modern women are broken.
I feel like my generation was defined by getting groomed on kik/omegle and frantically trying to talk your tumblr friend down from suicide while your parents yell at you to put the damn phone down