Ra--na - Ra--na

I'd very much like to punch a feminist.

I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.

Being a girl in this world is honestly so strange like do u know how much we miss out on because we are scared? How much of the night We don’t get to see because walking around alone is too dangerous? Do u notice the way girls walk at night, and does your heart hurt when U see them quicken their pace and lower their gaze when men walk past? Mine does

Maybe it’s the pain in my chest, Or the chemicals in my brain. But either way, I know “normal” people don’t get like this. They don’t get this sad.

- excerpt from a book I’ll never write #36 // @loveactivist (via loveactivist)

The actual smell of rain comes from plants. When plants are in drought they produce oils in replacement for waters. When the time comes and it finally starts raining the plants get their needed water and they release these oils in the air and the smell of that oil is what we call smell of rain

Person: why do you care about the planet so much?

Me: Idk why do you like living?