Olivia Benson, the most influential woman of my early adulthood, telling you what’s up.
idk i tried to scroll past this but it’s too perfect
if you don’t love benson you’re wrong
In that night she wrote about him, her feelings and her soul. She didn’t scream in the paper, she just wrote carefully and slowly trying not to cry over everything
So I slept with my phone and it fell in the middle of the night so I wake up and started to crawl under my bed while my cat was staring at me like wtf you’re doing