One year, i gave up chocolate for Lent. I was doing really well; it was surprisingly easy. But then the family went to my little brother’s basketball banquet, and i found myself halfway through a brownie before i suddenly realized what I’d just done.
How good are brownies?
Confrontation is not my thing. Even over the internet. I’m shaking so hard right now i can’t even work on this commission.
I desperately need some feminist shirts so i can wear them whenever i see the men in my family.
Because yes, i am a woman, and i deserve the same rights as you, assholes.