Today thanks to the men in my city I found out I have SHAPESHIFTING POWERS.
Get this: I’m hot with a nice ass
Until I ignore your cat calls
Then I’m a fat, ugly bitch.
I’M GONNA BE A TROUT NEXT
Why should we tolerate a diet of weak poisons, a home in insipid surroundings, a circle of acquaintances who are not quite our enemies, the noise of motors with just enough relief to prevent insanity? Who would want to live in a world which is just not quite fatal?
Rachel Carson, Silent Spring. (via roguesquid)