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"I was madly in love with you, I forgot to love myself."

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 21:59:57 -0400

“I was madly in love with you, I forgot to love myself.”

- (via godsaves-ispend)

ohmygoshhhhh i need himmmm

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 08:57:07 -0400

ohmygoshhhhh i need himmmm

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Sat, 15 Jun 2013 08:56:44 -0400

biggest regrets??

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 17:45:45 -0400

being that i’m the most impulsive person on the fucking planet, uh..my whole life? jk. i wish i would have fought a little harder with my college process because i know i could have definitely ended up with a full ride at a much better school- but i kinda decided to play the victim. same goes with my previous relationship, there’s things i wish i would have handled differently prior to and after it ended because again, i was too busy playing the victim. those are probably the two most impacting things in my life i wish i could have handled with the “wisdom” i gained from enduring them. in the end i’d rather call them lessons learned than regrets though. cliche, i know, but it’s true.

hervacationh0me: Women never forget.

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 19:24:43 -0400

hervacationh0me:

Women never forget.

oh justin, if you only knew how badly i want to have intercourse...

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 00:00:41 -0400

oh justin, if you only knew how badly i want to have intercourse with you

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Fri, 31 May 2013 23:45:39 -0400

ollymuhrs: when girls call their boyfriend “daddy” i want to projectile vomit on their existence

Wed, 29 May 2013 22:28:06 -0400

ollymuhrs:

when girls call their boyfriend “daddy” i want to projectile vomit on their existence

YUPP lol

Wed, 29 May 2013 21:30:23 -0400

YUPP lol

Wed, 29 May 2013 19:21:39 -0400

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Wed, 29 May 2013 19:20:03 -0400

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Wed, 29 May 2013 18:54:09 -0400

i’m interviewing for a n internship with them tomorrow, so...

Mon, 27 May 2013 20:00:59 -0400

i’m interviewing for a n internship with them tomorrow, so i thought i’d do some research on the company but i keep getting distracted by all the pretty watches. i need it *__*

Mom: Taste this juice!

Sat, 25 May 2013 15:19:00 -0400

Mom: Taste this juice!
Me: *tastes juice* Ew ma, this tastes like semen.
Brother: NO...
Mom: *awkward silence*
Me: *Runs frantically to room which I will never leave again*

wait…is that who i think it is?

Sat, 25 May 2013 15:14:04 -0400

wait…is that who i think it is?

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Sat, 25 May 2013 15:09:40 -0400

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Sat, 25 May 2013 15:07:30 -0400

Why Do Men Keep Putting Me in the Girlfriend-Zone?

Tue, 21 May 2013 14:53:31 -0400

literaryreference:

You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.

But then, then comes the fateful moment where you find out that all this time, he’s only seen you as a potential girlfriend. And then if you turn him down, he may never speak to you again. This has happened to me time after time: I hit it off with a guy, and, for all that I’ve been burned in the past, I start to think that this one might actually care about me as a person. And then he asks me on a date.

I tell him how much I enjoy his company, how much I value his friendship. I tell him that I really want to be his friend and to continue hanging out with him and talking about our favorite books or exploring new restaurants or making fun of avant-garde theatre productions. But he rejects me. He doesn’t answer my calls or e-mails; if we’d been making plans to do something before this fateful incident, these plans mysteriously fail to materialize. (This is why I never did get around to seeing the Hunger Games movie. Not to name any names, but thanks a lot, Tom.) Later, when I run into him at social events, our conversations are awkward and lukewarm. This is because the moment we met, he put me in the girlfriend-zone, and now he can’t see me as friend material.

I must say that I find this really unfair. I mean, I’m a nice girl. I have a lot to offer as a friend, like not being a douchebag and stuff. But males just don’t want to be friends with nice girls like me. They can’t help it, I guess; it’s just how they’re wired, biologically. Evolution conditioned our male hominid ancestors to seek nice girls as mates and form friendship bonds only with the other dudes that they hunted mammoths with. It’s true—I know this because I studied hominids in my fifth-grade science class.

So what’s the answer? Should I take up mammoth-hunting in an attempt to appeal to the friendship centers of men’s primal lizardbrains? Should I keep making guy “friends” and then prevent them from making a move on me by subtly undermining their self-confidence? Should I just give up on those manipulative, game-playing, two-faced bastards once and for all? I don’t know. I mean, I’d really like to have a true friendship with a guy someday, but it’s so hard to trust and respect them when they never say what they mean—and you never know when you might be relegated to the girlfriend-zone.

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Sat, 18 May 2013 13:01:02 -0400

i pierced my nipples last night. just cus. what else are you supposed to do on st.marks but pierce...

Sat, 18 May 2013 10:36:18 -0400

i pierced my nipples last night. just cus. what else are you supposed to do on st.marks but pierce things?