Our very wet picnic in Regents Park. Oh dear. #regentspark #london #picnic
My day consisted of bees dying in flowers, plasticine funsies, high visibility jackets and wine. All the wine.
Ain’t nobody suicidin’ today
Not on my watch
"Na, bitch you ain’t finna die"
This is incredible.
What if they’ve never noticed that perceived flaw before and you’ve just given them a whole new complex?
What if that’s something they hate about themselves, it tortures them every day and every time some jerks points it out it cuts them deep?
What if they’ve chosen to look that way?