(Source: sonicsetting24601)
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I want this to be me, just for a day.
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I would respect this so much I you wore it around, like, casually.
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Let this be my life…
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Some deep, estrogen pumped part of me is jealous of the prettiness period, but mostly I’m just like “Ha! You’re more sexually opressed that I am! Na, na, na, na, na-na!” Does that make me a bad feminist?
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Why is my life not a costume drama? Heaven is just my living out a badly-written historical romance with a studly male lead and no real plot.
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"I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw"
-Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2 A queer cis-girl named Emma Clare. A geeky,vegan, feminist.
theme by Robin Wragg
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