There’s nothing wrong with girls who do a lot to maintain their appearance and there’s nothing wrong with girls who do very little to maintain their appearance but there’s something extremely fucking wrong with girls who think it’s okay to judge girls for doing either or. Shut your crusty ass up for 10 seconds and let a bitch live.
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
I like cats. I hate people who aren’t feminists. Pale skin is beautiful. I like pastel colored hair on girls. I drink a cup of coffee everyday. I like to eat pizza. My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world. I hate socializing. I wish I could stay in my room all day. I want to quit Nirvana so I can stay at home and avoid the world. I hate most people. I wish I could be alone forever. I like to read books. I love independent movies. I hate life. The world is beautiful.