I get these flashes of clarity, brilliant clarity where for a second I stop and I think: Wait, this is it! This is my life, I better slow down and enjoy it because one day we’re all going to end up in the ground and that’ll be it. We’ll be gone.
1. to never judge another based upon what she does with her vagina (sex or otherwise).
2. to always let help during a bathroom crisis (tampon? bobby pin? I got you).
3. to not immediately view every woman as competition.
I may still judge you because your outfit is fucked (I never said I was a saint), but this is my solemn vow.
I’m realizing I follow comics I don’t read in the same way that some people keep up with celebrities
"Oh, I hear Wolverine’s dead again. Wonder how long that will last."
"So…Nightwing’s a secret agent?"
"Looks like Guy Gardner has a beard now. I don’t like it."