You give me a boner
not a penis boner
but a boner in my heart
a heart on, an affection erection
“ A woman saying yes to a date with a man is literally insane, and ill-advised, and the whole species’ existence counts on them doing it. I don’t know how women still go out with guys when you consider that there’s no greater threat to women than men. We’re the number one threat to women! Globally and historically, we’re the number one cause of injury and mayhem to women, we’re the worst thing that ever happens to them. If you’re a guy, try to imagine that you could only date a half-bear, half-lion, like, “Ugh, I hope this one’s nice.” ”
Louis C.K. (via unignorable)
OMG YESSS!!!!! This that shit I be talkin bout!!!
I just want to meet someone new already and fall for a decent guy. I’m sick of having feelings for a guy who’s never going to feel the same way back, and I hate that I’m pretty much proving the “treat em mean keep em keen” theory right like what is wrong with me?!?
i see you’re paying attention to someone who is not me. why is that.
Boys who flirt with u and try to make u feel special when they are actually flirting with 50 girls at the same damn time please shut the mouth
“ If someone loves you and they leave and don’t come back, it was never meant to be. If someone loves you and they leave and come back, set them on fire. ”
George Carlin (via tumblingthrusanity)
does anybody else have that friend that you’re pretty sure is your soulmate but in a friend way
“ Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night. ”
Sylvia Plath (via oh-girl-among-the-roses)
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