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Sometimes, I hate social media because it just reminds me how much my life sucks. For example, someone just shared photos of their big birthday bash. For my last birthday, I bought my own birthday cake to share at work, spent the day keeping other people happy, and then came home and had pizza delivered and sat in my room alone and ate it. Sometimes I don't know why I even fucking bother with this all anymore.
Zoom in on her face in the third gif. She means this. You are completely irreplaceable.
This went deep man. Look at her face. I would love to know where this came from, what she was talking about. And itās true. So true. Completely irreplaceable. You are you and there is no better you
Reblogging because I needed to see this message tonight, and something tells me someone else does too.
Reblogging as I think every one of my followers are special and impossible to replace.
Remember that.
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every time my mood drops, itās like i can hear everyone around me sigh a silent exasperated sigh of,Ā ānot againā
i promise that i am just as sick and tired of it as you are
This is the realest shit I ever read.
When you're single and in the dating scene, friends will tell you that you're a keeper and the right one will come along after a bad date or a series of such. A nice sentiment, but it's bullshit. It's not you, it's me. I've had 6 or 7 first dates in the last few months that didn't go any further. Sometimes, a bit of messaging back and forth after said date, but usually just a total ghosting. Rude, but I'm clearly doing something to deserve it if it keeps happening. I am legitimately done. I've accepted I am not the dating type.
I'm so fucking sick of first dates that don't turn into second dates.
piper chapman: *speaks*
me:
Why you should watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine
- Of the seven main characters, only two are white men
- Of these two men, one has dozens of hobbies which includes local food critic, sewing, yoga, and other traditionally non-masculine interests
- The other seems to be a stereotypical overconfident jerk, however most of his arcs revolve around messing up and having to acknowledge and genuinely apologize for his screwups
- One of the main characters is a middle aged gay man who isnāt a TV stereotype, who is married and lovingly committed, bringing up his husband in casual conversation throughout the show without it being the only important thing about his personality
- Every female character has a distinct personality, goals and fears and aspirations, and all have multiple episodes focusing solely on exploring their characters and development
- GINA MOTHERFUCKING LINETTI
- Terry Crews as a big buff doting father
- Humor that never relies on offensive jokes or stereotypes, that is genuinely funny with great comedic timing
- Multiple accounts of close friendships between men and women without any implications that there will be more
- The few relationships that do exist between the main cast are developed naturally over time
Thank you for reading, go forth and enjoy this fantastic show!
Also, This scene exists
Completely vain birthday selfie.
When I was young, I had this vision of my life that included being married and a mom by the time I was 25. I'll be 27 in two days and I'm more alone than ever before. Where did I go so wrong?
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itsĀ āthighs rubbing together under ya sundressā season
Buy cute, cheap lace leggings. Cut them a little above your knee. Hem them or donāt, but then you can wear them under your sundresses and not worry about how you sit or if your thighs chafe, and if anyone sees them they look cute af so hell yes
Or a little deodorant between the thighs is magical
Also, LUSH sells this dust called Silky Underwear that makes your skin smooth so they donāt stick together or chafe.
I love that weāre all here for each other in this season of need
Monistat has an anti-chafing gel that works wonders and I live by. You can usually find it in the feminine care aisle of any drugstore.Ā
Thereās this stuff called Glideā¦pretty cheap & works hella miracles
Iām so ready for sundress season.Ā
reblog to save a thigh
REBLOG TO SAVE A THIGH
Today, I had a "Holy fuck, I'm falling in love with you moment." It was right around the time we left the rink and were looking for your car, you spotted it... You: I found my beauty. Me: Where is the ca- You: She's walking right beside me. Super cheesy, but as cheese does, I absolutely melted.
All too often, my insecurities come creeping up and I question if you feel for me what I feel for you. And then, in the quiet after a laughing fit, you say something like, "You're more than enough for me, honey," and I know we're falling together. And, it's more beautiful than anything I've ever known. Your smile, your laugh. I'm addicted. I love the way you're not afraid to be goofy just to make me smile. Home is quickly becoming your arms.
when I say I wanna have sex I donāt mean I wanna get fucked and cum I mean I wanna makeout with someone for half an hour on my couch with grabby hands all over my body and our teeth clashing because we get so into it that we canāt stop kissing, I mean slow desperate, needy grinding on each other before we take it to the bed, bumping our heads, giggling as we take our clothes off, trying to adjust and get into the right position, I mean having someone on top of me and looking up at them to see that blissful little grin on their face before they scrunch it up a lil and moan because it feels sooooo good and I mean making each other cum so good we end up all out of breath, a sweaty, happy mess, fingers still intertwined, my legs still around their waist, making out again, thatās what I want and it would be kinda cool if I could have it now
Last night you laughed because it was 8pm and we were sitting on my bed eating frozen yogurt in our pajamas. I hope for a million more moments like that. Last night, I finally started opening up to you, and today, youāre still here.
