She Is Sooo Me

protecting each other is more important than hating each other

“girls support girls” no. girls protect girls. I could hate a girl to death and I still wouldn’t take my eyes off her drink at a party, I could hate her like she was the devil but still I wouldn’t make her go back to a man that was beating her.

Small thing that breaks my heart:

When I was in third grade, I told this boy that it would be my birthday in four days, and he said, “okay, then I’ll buy you flowers.” Four days later he comes up to me and says, “my mom wouldn’t let me get flowers but I found you this violet in the grass.” That in and of itself was iconic and so so sweet, but it gets better.

A month later, I had to move, and because it was third grade, the teacher made everyone write me letters to say goodbye. His said, “I hope you have so much fun in your new house that you forget about me. I hope that you’re always happy and you never miss us. I’m sorry I never gave you flowers, but I can give you some now.” And he fucking. Drew me flowers.

No, Joey, I never forgot you. You are the reason I have standards in this life, and I’m so grateful to have known you. I hope you’re happy, wherever you are, and I hope that the rest of your days are filled with as much joy as you gave to me. I spilled water on the card about five years ago, and half of it is a a jumbled mess now, but I still have it. It’s the only card I still have.

The funny thing is this dude and I hardly ever interacted. I knew he played football because he was on the town’s kids’ team and my brother was on the middle school team, and I knew he was one of, like, three Joeys in our year. I had a crush on him but obviously never communicated that because it was fucking third grade, but somehow those three interactions imprinted on who I am as a person. I am forever changed by Joey from third grade.

i hate when “girls girls” start immediately hating when they see another girl getting attention because they’re pretty.. u are not welcome here 😒

i love you tater tot

Being skinny and pretty is the closest a girl can get to feeling like god 🪽

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

Neil Gaiman writing season 2 (I love you, Neil)

something something everyone helping each other through their scars something something you dont have to face your traumas alone your friends love you and want to help something something wally clocking mr manfredo rhonda repeating to wally that none of it was real charley picking up the deathplay football when wally couldn't keep a grip on it all of them staring down the table full of charleys and not letting him near the vending machine alone

something something I can't carry it for you but I can carry you.

i want them all.

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