When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty.
I can control the weather with my moods. I just can’t control my moods.
me: *looks at ocs i made 4 years ago*
me: we can rebuild them. we have the technology