the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.
There's a genuine phenomenon in Eastern Europe (and I imagine elsewhere ITW) where LGBT kids are more likely to be fluent in English than their straight peers, as they find community online in English speaking circles and learn the language through that.
life is worth living for the little things… when I wake up I’ll go outside and I’ll smoke a few of my menthol vogues and I’ll get a bag of weird purple potato chips and a peach soda