born to survive
This is the tumb(lr)blog of some twenty year old Canadian female.
I like comics. I also like movies. And music. I won't list any of my favourites of those. I want to study animation, probably, and I'm currently at student at Sheridan College. Oh, and I really like burritos and pizza. I post different kinds of things, and I try to keep them radical. People tell me I'm funny, so who am I to disagree?
Nice to meet you, I'm Ashley.
I like comics. I also like movies. And music. I won't list any of my favourites of those. I want to study animation, probably, and I'm currently at student at Sheridan College. Oh, and I really like burritos and pizza. I post different kinds of things, and I try to keep them radical. People tell me I'm funny, so who am I to disagree?
Nice to meet you, I'm Ashley.
She was wearing a pair of what I assume were jeggings, since nothing could cling to her body so tightly, and thus would show off how incredibly emasculated her legs were. This girl could not touch her thighs if she tried, even while sitting down. I could probably wrap my whole hand around one of her knee’s, and guys, I have short, stubby fingers.
I have no idea whether she’s always been that skinny, and maybe she eats like a beast but has the metabolism of a goddess. Or maybe she’s a thinspo girl who starves herself. Who knows.
I do know that other girls will look at her and either be concerned (like me), or jealous. And it’s the jealous one’s you need to be worried about.
