I am Courtney. I have hair the color of my mothers and skin the color of my fathers. I have the Irish green eyes of my fathers grandmother and the native nose of my mothers Seminole-Creek father. My hands have written thousands of poems. My face has been scarred by acne, my ears have listened to EVERY cruel comment someone made about it. My lips have been kissed by people I think about every day.
My skin is skewed with stretchmarks and tattoos and scars.
You’re right. I am not pretty. There is so much more to me than a 6 letter word used to summarize beauty.
"Pretty" is a shallow, vague word.
Best reply EVER to a bullshit coward anon
I have an idea son, why don’t we drive to the nearest cliff and see if the law of gravity applies to you.
my writing style could best be described as “probably more commas than is entirely necessary”
"what does your tattoo mean?"
It means I wanted it so I fucking got it
what does this have to do with loki
Brad you listen to me and you listen to me carefully you need to get the fuck out while you still can
gettin real tired of my own bullshit
jeez i would love to order that thing online, but i don’t know what size to order it in because women’s clothing sizes are determined by the alignments of the planets in relation to the fuck you galaxy
Today my dad told me he was hungry and I looked at him and said “hey hungry I’m daughter” and he was kinda shocked
"they’re becoming self aware" the fathers mutter amongst themselves at the dad counsel. "we must do something!" yells a grandfather. "the time is upon us!" yells another.
If you ever feel bad just remeber there is a gif of me floating around tumblr of when I was 8 and I sat on the escalator and knocked down a table of jewelry at macys
I wasn’t lying
i love how fandoms connect shit together that the writers probably didnt even think about.
i think this is how english teachers feel when they analyse novels in class