happy international woman's day... girls... its time to start killing
in another universe, my window is open and im laying on my floor. i am 12 years old. nothing bad has happened to me.
"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.
"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"
"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."
"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."
"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.
"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."
"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."
"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.
"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.
"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."
"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."
"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."
americans better be rebloging the donation and help links for mexico and colombia after all the help they recieved from latin americans w their own issues
Something something "the first nft was when pierce tried to buy troy and abed's handshake"
actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. iβve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasnβt i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. iβm closer to thirty then to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i canβt talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do.
bexi reblog pretty pictures and ramble about some things i like
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