Knowing We’ll Never Grow Up - Untitled
Enveloping dark heavy eyes, lifeless bodies. (We lay here, undecided, and re-exposed. Constant, incoherent thoughts, and disembodied tones. Take my memories and scratch them in stone. I am nothing but disembodied tones.) Passionless lifeforms in crucial moments. Sad winters breathe change. Blissful black shades, calm soft whites. When distress molts to convictions.
Nicki Minaj is the best.
I like how this barely has any reblogs/likes, but let it be her yelling at someone or defending her self against some snide remark from another celebrity or her going on a rant and it would have 10x the amount of reblogs with nothing but hate in the comments section.
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever been a stripper?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever been to a strip club.
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever done porn?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever watched porn.
You’re the reason we exist.
You’re the demand to our supply.
If you disdain sex workers, don’t you dare consume our labor.
As they say in the industry, “People jack off with the left hand and point with the right.”