i need to get a real job so i can stop crying over expensive lingerie and start crying in expensive lingerie
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this shirt would fit if it weren’t for boobs: a tragedy
that shirt would fit if i had boobs: the sequel
this shirt fits perfectly because my boobs are the right size: the fanfiction
kill the idea that small boobs aren’t good boobs
Go on dates. Kiss boys. Wear short skirts. Buy hot pants. Get his number. Own yourself. Post nudes. Don’t shave. Control your life. Have sex. Say no. Be your own hero. Speak up. Get naked. Have wet dreams. Unlearn sexism. Question gender. Fight back. End slut shaming. Cut your hair. Defy patriarchy. Film yourself. Tease men. Be honest. Demand attention. Eat junk food. Wear lingerie. Adore your body. Fuck macho bullshit. Support equality.
life hack: get a tattoo. if the people at the job interview notice it and look concerned, laugh a little and explain “it’s just temporary.” months later if your boss asks why you lied and said it was a temporary tattoo, stare off into the distance and whisper with a tremulous voice the poor excuse for truth your subconscious has been fighting for its entire insignificant existence: “everything is temporary.”
“what does your tattoo mean?”
It means I wanted it so I fucking got it
I wish boobs did the bra thing without having to wear the bra
Sometimes I wanna be a model for hustler or something but then I remember that I have a belly and that anytime I try to lose weight I lose it in my boobs and ass first. And then I change my mind.
once a straight boy was tryina holler n he literally texted me the phrase “*turns into a wolf and snuggles your boobs*” like???? buddy you weird as fuck i wasnt interested to begin with but now im fuckin worried about you like what the hell
