i feel like mr. brightside is one of those songs you’re gonna hear on the radio in the car 20 years from now after not hearing it in forever and your gonna just start sobbing bUT ITS JUST THE PRICE I PAY DESTINY IS CALLLLINGNG M E and your kids are gonna be like is she okay
my favorite song ever
I can hate certain people but at least I’ve gotten mature enough to be happy for them when something good happens in their lives.
Like, we used to be really close and even though a shit storm came and took all that away i’m glad something nice is happening in your life. Do I want to be apart of your life? Absolutely not. But I’m happy for you.
"sit up straight" how dare you i’ll sit as gay as i please
My trip was honestly everything id hoped for and more.
We stayed in the nicest hotel ever. Literally the most gorgeous thing Id ever been in. Flights were average we saw 3 shows
1. Second City’s All-Stars
2. Cupid has a Heart-On at 773 stage
3. Into the Woods at The Mercury Theatre
The school is actually perfect and I met a lot of amazing people.
Also the staff members are super famous and some teach over at the second city and one owns 773 stage. Seriously if you’re planning on visiting Chicago just do it. You won’t regret it at all!
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.❞
READ IT. READ IT ALL.
"10 Word Poem" series - #16 (via hephapimp)
My mother is worried that I have mental problems, I found a book about teenage paranoid delusions during a routine search of my parent’s bedroom, after that I started slipping certain choice phrases into our conversation.
R.I.P Electra Heart
Classic Vintage Haircuts for men by Schorem Haarsnijder En Barbier
More people are concerned with why women stay in abusive relationships than why men are abusing women