Bruh, when he played her own words.


wear your war paint
whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”
wear your war paint and kick ass
u ever rb something and then realize who the op is and then u gotta scramble to slap that shit off ur blog
I happily accept messages from friends who tell me I reblogged from someone trash because I can’t possibly know everything and I appreciate being told and given a chance to remove a reblog instead of people secretly thinking I’m terrible