I’m not beautiful, I don’t care. One thing women don’t know is that you don’t have to be beautiful. You don’t have to be beautiful to fuck anyone you want.
|—||Courtney Love (via crustydollparts)|
I don’t say anything, not because I’m afraid of rejection. I am not afraid you’ll say no. I’m afraid you won’t say anything at all.
I try to be sweet to everyone I meet, it’s not my fault some of them have diabetes.
|—||Me (via xunrealdreamx)|
But most of all, stop thinking that what people so loathingly refer to as the “friendzone” is some sort of purgatory women put “nice guys” into. My friendship is not a crappy consolation prize that you’re left with if I deny you a sexual relationship– and my body is not your reward for good behavior.
If you pick and choose which parts of the Bible are “good” then the Bible isn’t what’s moral, you are.
I cannot believe, in retrospect, that I was ever conned into believing that talking about feelings with a dude you were hooking up with was this embarrassing uncool thing that only clingy girls did. Today, if somebody I was boning, however casually, got judge-y or weird on me because I tried to have a conversation about my feelings, I would laugh out loud, walk out and then make fun of him to all my friends. Seriously? Feelings are not spiders or the Ebola virus. If a guy gets “scared” when you try to discuss yours with him, you should dump him and find a new hookup buddy who isn’t terrified about something that your average kindergartner can handle hearing about on Sesame Street.
And this is why I always read the comments. Holy shit, AMEN.
this wins all the awards…
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice and I’ll tear off your head and piss down your neck.
at a certain point, the objects you hold onto stop being a testament to those who gave them to you and they become one to you who have kept and moved them across cities, across states, across the country.