If it’s discouraging, it’s not God.
If it eliminates freedom, it’s not God.
If it says, “Your dreams are too big. You can’t do all that,” it’s not God.
The God I know encourages, sets free, and says, “Your dreams aren’t big enough.”
I don’t hate men. I merely know I’m as good as they are.
Shoutout to all the artists on Tumblr who work on something for weeks and only get 4 notes
Shoutout to all the artists on Youtube who do amazing speedpaints and, if they’re lucky, will get 500 views
Shoutout to all underappreciated artists who do amazing work and receive no recognition
Listening to old scene kid music, procrastinating Art History studying, giggling with Katie, and drinking my weight in milk shake. It’s been a good Saturday
female privilege is feeling unsafe literally everywhere you go and men getting personally offended by you feeling unsafe