I saw someone’s story time yesterday talking about “things moved fast between us for 6 months and I ended up pregnant even though we weren’t planning for a baby.” I kept scrolling. My tolerance for listening to women act like pregnancy just falls out of a coconut tree is on 0.
i honestly think that crying over a book is one of the most prominent signs of compassion for humanity. you’re crying over someone who isn't really there and doesn't really exist, but you still feel for them as if you have known them your entire life.
aucune haine mais mon rêve c’est qu’ils interdisent de fumer en terrasse… y a rien de pire tu veux juste manger ton repas et tu te retrouves à manger ton steak goût tabac c’est affreux
Moi je m’amuse trop avec ces blancs ils s’en foutent de zinzin du regard des autres et en plus vu que t’es pas blanc ils pensent automatiquement que tu danses bien alors que t’es claqué mdrr