i want a girlfriend, like, seriously.
a girl to be sweet to, and do nice things for. a girl to fall in love with and give my all to. to take the movies on $5 tuesday and share popcorn with. to leave love notes in her pocket after a day’s worth of quality time spent together. to give flower gift baskets with the chocolates, and leave them at her door because she’s cramping. to surprise her at work with a bouquet of roses just because. to stay on the phone with talking about the most random and outrageous shit until 5am. to make those cheesy, corny, but cute ass couple videos with. to cook meals for, or if we both can’t cook, just pop in a frozen pizza and sit on the couch and watch a movie. to buy matching hoodies with, with our names and the two little minnie mouse symbols, because we’re just that damn gay. to buy extra large slurpees for from 7-11 and bring them to her in the middle of the night. to wake up with sweet, soft kisses to the face. to crack a smile onto her face when she’s having a bad day, just by the sound of my voice. to affect her in every way possible. to have not only an emotional, but mental and spiritual hold on her. to connect with her, and bond in ways that we never knew were possible. to lay in bed together, falling asleep to the subtle breathing and heartbeats her body generates. to appreciate and embrace her. to remind her that she’s the most beautiful creature that has ever walked onto this planet. and whatever else she needs… to just fucking, love, man. to just love.
(via yung-woc)
Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
He wasn’t paying attention to me, and it didn’t hurt. But it was all the worse for that, for I realized it wasn’t his attention I wanted. And that hurt. That hurt so fucking bad.
I’m the girl nobody knows until she commits suicide. Then suddenly everyone had a class with her.
Don’t let it find me.
Catch me when I fall.
Hide me when it comes.
Love me to the end of the ever expanding universe.
And please don’t let it find me.
roses are red violets are blue
pull my hair while I go down on u
(via officialinternet)
This started on thanksgiving this year.
I am from Scotland and have been living in the US since Christmas day 2013.
In 2011 I met my wife when I was working in London. She is from Houston, Texas and was sent over to work for the London office of our company. We got married in 2012 and due to the company we work for closing down, we move back over to Austin, Texas where she was living for 20 years before London.
With her being from Texas you can imagine that some of her family are extremely conservative. Which I frankly don’t care if they are or not. However, doesn’t matter if you are a Conservative, liberal, socialist if you are a cunt then you can go fuck yourself.
We are sitting in the living room watching TV after an amazing thanksgiving dinner. Someone mentioned the whole new open carry law starting this new year in Texas. Being from Scotland where guns are a no no they ask me “what do you think of that law, uberhaqer. Being from a place with no guns”
“It’s kinda foreign to me. Not sure how I would react seeing a holstered gun in plain view. Honestly think I would feel uncomfortable and unsafe but that is just my upbringing”. Which I think is fair enough to say.
My wife’s aunt turns to me and comes out with. “Well that’s because you are from a socialist country. You also have a queen that rules you people. You are not citizens. You are a subject. If you were allowed guns you would be a citizen”. She then proceeds to tell me that the Syrian refugees coming over its bad and she needs to protect herself from them.
Fast forward an hour and she is pretty drunk. We are about to head back home. I thank everyone for the great meal and she turns and says “too bad you are not going back to your own country”. I don’t say anything at all. I did not want to stoop to get level…then.
Since then she has apologized. Via text. I reply saying “no problem. Dont worry about it”
So. We go to Houston for Christmas. She is there. We exchange gifts. I hand her an envelope. She opens it and as I expected, she loses her fucking mind. Throws the piece of paper on the ground and storms out.
My mother in law picks up the paper and reads.
“A donation of $250 had been made to unicef usa for the Syrian Child Refugees by Uberhaqer on behalf of Aunts Name”
I just say “I thought, judging by the pro life sticker on her car, she would appreciate that…my bad”
Sit down and swig my whiskey. Rest of the evening was awkward. What a bawbag she is.
(via hotboyproblems)