last night i slept on my arm really badly, like i poked it with my other arm and it felt rubbery and i could't feel anything. after i straightened it out, there were no pins aand needles. it took a good 10 seconds to stop feeling like a dead person's. its so anoying that it happens when i bend my arm, and sleep on top of that beacause aparently thats how my subconcius likes to sleep. today my arm feels weak and strangdly, it feels like someone elses arm when i touch it with my other. i think ill just walk it off tho.
New Zealand 🇳🇿
Char is intruiging in the way that it's like a constant melting pot of words. Some of the posts you see here is completely incomprehensible drivel and others are just people going about their lives, posting updates and shitposts. Everyone keep saying nonsense forever, it's fun to witness
female rage, not just a fucking joke.
having breasts are not suggestive.
i don't know how many people in this sns is a woman, but i am so tired of being sexualised for having a body with some curves. every since i was twelve, my girl friends admired me for being more 'developed' while some people say i was giving people the wrong idea: therefore i need to cover up.
like oh, wearing crop tops? that's sexual. wearing tank tops, oh i see your cleavage! it's not my fucking choice to have this body. i wore clothes that a clothing store staff wore, yet people told me that i gave the wrong idea because my chest were bigger, more prominent than the staff. it wasn't even revealing, it was a long sleeve, full top and well covered.
fuck, even guys i used to date tell me i have nice racks. i only wear my school uniform, why do you look at me like that? why do i have to be seen this way? i don't like my body, i hate it. i've learned to hate it after these comments people tell me, good or bad.
breasts aren't sexual.
having breasts are not suggestive.
i don't know how many people in this sns is a woman, but i am so tired of being sexualised for having a body with some curves. every since i was twelve, my girl friends admired me for being more 'developed' while some people say i was giving people the wrong idea: therefore i need to cover up.
like oh, wearing crop tops? that's sexual. wearing tank tops, oh i see your cleavage! it's not my fucking choice to have this body. i wore clothes that a clothing store staff wore, yet people told me that i gave the wrong idea because my chest were bigger, more prominent than the staff. it wasn't even revealing, it was a long sleeve, full top and well covered.
fuck, even guys i used to date tell me i have nice racks. i only wear my school uniform, why do you look at me like that? why do i have to be seen this way? i don't like my body, i hate it. i've learned to hate it after these comments people tell me, good or bad.
breasts aren't sexual.
i think it's crazy that i'm in love with someone whose face i can't remember his face, nor his voice or the outline of his beauty. i'm in love with the colours i had of him, the world he painted for me yet with no proof that it happened except for words i write. it's funny because i'm holding these gifts of memories he gave me that keeps slipping through my fingers. i'm in love with someone i don't know anything beyond the world i shared with him six years ago.
my love for you was the beginning of our path. thank you for walking with me back then.
but i think it's given me more sorrow now as i walk this lonely road.
my love for you was the beginning of our path. thank you for walking with me back then.
but i think it's given me more sorrow now as i walk this lonely road.