when-death-replaces-life: To the lady on the street that told me “I might be pretty if I looked ‘a little less goth,’” fuck you, fuck your standard of normality and fuck your sense of entitlement to tell me what I should look like. You dirty,
when-death-replaces-life: To the lady on the street that told me “I might be pretty if I looked ‘a little less goth,’” fuck you, fuck your standard of normality and fuck your sense of entitlement to tell me what I should look like. You dirty,
