ugly and dying? tough sheeeeeit bitch

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no one cares unless you’re pretty or dying

i don't fit beauty standards, so i just live without caring. seriously, when you're busy trying to find decent pizza in california, a task most peeps strug with, who has time for that horseshit? who wants to be extra when you're already dealing with your blood factory going haywire? my thicccccc bod and withered fleshsac might not be conventional, but i respect it. it carries me through each day. so i don’t want to hear someone being a dickhole spouting obsequious commentary about what it looks like as it transports my important and sexy brain from a to b. if people don't like that, i'll see them next tuesday in hell. 🤷‍♀️

once you step outside the beauty contest, life gets way less stanky and lots funner. beauty standards are mainly about aesthetics you’re already born with, and you need to halfway die to change them if you can change them at all. just take care of your health, do what makes you happy, share love with those you love, respect everyone but protect yourself, and let the fickle fucks of the world eat a dick.

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