I’ll give up the Oxford comma when you pry it from my frigid, frosty, frozen, cadaverous, lifeless, stiff, defunct extremities.
When people post asking for others to ask them questions or just start up a convo because the notification on tumblr is one of the best things on the continent, I give ‘em what they want.
Good vibes for all.
My pants say I’m size 5
The scale says I’m 120
My doctor says I’m under weight
The world says I’m beautiful.
I say I’m weak.
They say I’m lucky.