Welcome to a fraction of my mind.Just a girl with a passion for writing, love for photography, lust for architecture, enthusiasm for science, craving for knowledge and an appetite for life. I now have a Confessions tag, as you can see in my links below. If you have a confession you'd like to share, don't be afraid to share it with me anonymously. I will not judge you and I will share some advice if you'd like, but I will not put you down no matter what you confess. Go ahead and speak your heart, admit what you can't admit out loud. I'm always here to listen.
I’m not sure why you’d think that lol. I know people who know people :)
Yeah actually, I think I used to be this girl. But I’m glad it’s in the past.
If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.
But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.
this fucking hit me like a fucking train