MY GRANDMA GOT ALL A’S IN “ETIQUETTE” (YES THAT WAS AN ACTUAL CLASS IN HER HIGH SCHOOL) AND SHE TOLD ME, “DEAR,” SHE SAID,
“YOU NEVER CROSS YOUR LEGS, YOU CROSS YOUR ANKLES. BUT THE GREAT THING ABOUT YOU LIVING IN THIS GENERATION IS YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW MY GENERATION’S RULES. SIT THE WAY YOU WANT. IF SOMEONE LOOKS UP YOUR SKIRT, JUST TELL THEM YOUR AUNT MARY WILL KILL THEM.”
WHICH IS TRUE
MY AUNT MARY HAD A SWITCHBLADE IN A SPECIAL POCKET OF HER NIGHTGOWN UNTIL THE DAY SHE DIED
the moral of this story is
1. Sit the way you want.
2. My great aunt Mary was a fucking badass.
Reblogging for the commentary
Fuck “etiquette” for a “lady”
Shove all that shit right up ur bumhole pls
Things that don’t exist
The pineapple/owl though
Photographer: Philippe Salomon
Manicure: Bernadette Thompson
Magnifique ! Xx
a cute boy randomly started texting me and is being rly nice to me?//????
I HATE BOYS
Sometimes when my mums telling me off and I’ve had about enough of her shit I sit down and begin playing bach on the piano as loud as I possibly can
What a creative way to get bach at her