Katherine Hepburn at the airport, 1934
After a long weekend away, I’m slowing going to come back to Tumblr.
Here is my face, from different angles, with no extreme facial posing, and in the last photo, no posing or angles at all (and after a long night of partying and being sweaty on a summer night.)
Let’s get one thing straight, though: Even though I’m supplying these photos, I do NOT have to justify my face. First of all, fuck you for even saying anything. Second of all, ITS A FUCKING SELFIE. If I’m going through the trouble of taking and posting a photo, WHY would I want to NOT look good in it? I’m going to make faces and pose the way that I feel looks good, because… it doesn’t really make sense to me why I wouldn’t. I post photos when I’m smiling, smizing, pouting, and even side-eying. I have high cheekbones, a big lower lip, and eyeliner that slays. I look best when I’m pouting, in my opinion. But, that’s just it. My beauty is my opinion and no one else’s. If you think I should die, or be seriously injured, because of the way I look or the way I choose to look, you have serious problems and should seek help. And, if you don’t want to get help, really the only thing you should definitely do is just leave me the hell alone.
If you can’t do that… well… I’ll report your death threats to the police & I have an IP tracker, so have fun trying to dispute that.
This is ridiculous. I use this blog to vent so that I don’t actually kill myself, over things that are more serious than just looks, and it’s actually breaking my heart that I’m going to have to quit blogging because all anyone seems to want to talk about is wishing death on me because of the way I pose in a selfie.
reblogging for those who didn’t read, because this is really important to me and my mental health.
so yeah, I think people should read this.
Harold Lloyd - "Safety Last" (1923)
Aries- I love you MORE
Gemini- I love… cake.
Cancer- for how long?
Leo- Well, why wouldn’t you?
Virgo- Thank you
Libra- I have to pee.
Sagittarius- No, I love YOUUUUU
Capricorn- I know.
Aquarius- What even is love?
Oh my god that’s so cute
The ’50s were fucked up man.
*tries this at next house party*