During my rediscovery of the NW and naturally comparing it to Oklahoma, a few things have come to my attention, the first and most pressing being the bugs. Sure, Oklahoma has bugs that have no business being the size that they are- its not like they take down rabbits for dinner (right…?) but at least that makes them more visible. The bugs here are ninjas of the night and day. I’ve inadvertently become tangled in at least four different webs this week alone and just went nose to nose with a little creature. (If anyone is wondering, I lost that staring contest.)
Yeah. Just got approached by some kind of bug while in bed scrolling through tumblr. Guess I wasn’t that tired anyways because I sure as hell won’t be sleeping tonight.
my fall look today is winged eyeliner, plum lipstick, and a look on my face like i’m fucking your boyfriend and can’t wait for you to find out.
My fall look is simple liner with bold lashes, burgundy lipstick, a gleam in my eyes that let’s men know that I’ll suck their dick, their money out of their bank accounts, and the souls right out of their bodies.
My summer look is winged eyeliner, smudged foundation, biker boots that say to hell with regular footwear and two miniskirts that are a little too vocal about my ASSets.
I read several dozen stories a year from miserable, lonely guys who insist that women won’t come near them despite the fact that they are just the nicest guys in the world.
..I’m asking what do you offer? Are you smart? Funny? Interesting? Talented? Ambitious? Creative? OK, now what do you do to demonstrate those attributes to the world? Don’t say that you’re a nice guy — that’s the bare minimum.
“Well, I’m not sexist or racist or greedy or shallow or abusive! Not like those other douchebags!”
I’m sorry, I know that this is hard to hear, but if all you can do is list a bunch of faults you don’t have, then back the fuck away…
Don’t complain about how girls fall for jerks; they fall for those jerks because those jerks have other things they can offer. “But I’m a great listener!” Are you? Because you’re willing to sit quietly in exchange for the chance to be in the proximity of a pretty girl (and spend every second imagining how soft her skin must be)? Well guess what, there’s another guy in her life who also knows how to do that, and he can play the guitar. Saying that you’re a nice guy is like a restaurant whose only selling point is that the food doesn’t make you sick. You’re like a new movie whose title is This Movie Is in English, and its tagline is “The actors are clearly visible”."
that’s suave as shit.
Me on my way to steal ur footballer
i love sports
he just fucking GLIDED in there like homosexual magic carried him there- GLIDED like he was on a fucking sled on ice
smooth as fuck
Providing a firm foundation for women since the 1920s.
c. 1920 : Buster Keaton wearing a cat