Nothing makes me more mad than a person in a relationship telling me to enjoy being single while I can. You liked it so much that you got into a relationship right?
“Be elusive” I whisper to myself and wait five seconds before saying fuck it and texting a boy back
NOT GONNA SAY THAT I HAVE A DATE WITH A UA HOCKEY PLAYER TOMORROW BUT I HAVE A DATE WITH A UA HOCKEY PLAYER TOMORROW
WHY IS ANYONE SURPRISED THERE ARE MASS SHOOTINGS WHEN AMERICA HAS NO TOLERANCE FOR MENTAL AND BEHAVIORAL ILLNESSES AND HAS LITTLE TO NO GUN REGULATION
Met a cute nice boy who appreciates my sarcasm and PLAYS ALONG WITH IT and is a family man and takes my mind off of any other boy and who is GOING BACK TO SCHOOL IN MINNESOTA THIS WEEK SERIOUSLY
done with:
- boys who use me
- boys who harass me
- boys who think i am obligated to sleep with and/or date them
- boys who snapchat me to inform me of their new girlfriends (?????????????????????????????????????)
If a girl doesn’t respond to your text messages, do not continue to text her every time you’re drinking for the next 6 months and do not text her 8 times in a row when she doesn’t respond. When she finally has to say something because you cant take a 6-month-long hint, don’t get all offended and start tweeting shit about how she’s a “liar”. It’s okay to be upset you didn’t get the girl. It’s not okay to think every girl is obligated to sleep with you and give you attention and when she refuses to, to then go and denounce women on social media
I’M OUT BYE
I want to take a weekend or a week or a month and go camping in some really remote mountainous place by myself and learn how to deal with myself and with things that happen in my life and learn how to get out of my own head. I feel like a great big wound up ball of yarn and I just want to close my eyes and be cold and alone and let it all unwind itself
I feel like every man who has ever tried to convince me to take some rando shouting “Hey girl, nice ass” at me as a compliment sees it this way: You’re sitting outside some Italian café in a Betty Draper dress sipping a prosecco when all of a sudden your dainty neck scarf flies off in the light breeze. Joseph Gordon Levitt, wearing a linen suit with a pocket square and no socks with his penny loafers, steps off his Vespa and hands it to you while saying something witty about how it’s almost as beautiful as you are. You then both ride off into the sunset, laughing as Dean Martin plays in the background and the director yells cut on the espresso commercial that is your life.
In reality, it’s you getting yelled at by a bunch of sweaty men standing outside a bar at eight in the morning, telling you about how fuckable you look in your sweatpants when you’re just trying to get a bottle of milk in peace like a goddamn human being. And it is the opposite of a compliment.
All boys = no
:-)
just bought my bday dress whoooooooooop 21!
Not sure what I want more to fuck one direction or to be one direction
Sometimes I get really ashamed by the mean thoughts that pop up in my head but immediately afterwards I feel proud for keeping them to myself and not deliberately hurting anybody.
