Things I think of at night...
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Things I think of at night...
Hot Guys
10 Hot Things About Guys: 1) When their cologne isn’t overpowering. 2) When their bodies are hot, but they’re not too muscular. 3) When they have a playful personality - romantic sometimes and playful at others. 4) When they have a good sense of humor and style. 5) When their smile lights up the fucking world. 6) When they have hair you just want to run your fingers through. 7) When they blush/get shy over certain things. 8) When they look after themselves {nobody likes guys who stink of BO okay} 9) When they smirk at you bc they look like sex basically. 10) When their voices are deep - OH SHIT.
As a female teenager who often finds that their hormones seem to become out of control whenever I see a hot guy {whether or not it’s in real life or through a screen}, I may as well rant about them.
So, hot guys. The reason I sometimes struggle to breathe, the reason I’m mentally dating/married to over 15 guys and maybe, just maybe the reason my fucking ovaries explode 50 times a day.
If you’re like me and average in every way and form, you know the that feeling of helplessness when you see a guy who is both incredibly hot and nice. If I wasn’t such an awkward potato then maybe they’d be attracted to me. Unfortunately, a potato is all I am so I observe from a distance.
Reasons explaining why I’ll never date a hot guy: 1) All the nice, sweet ones are taking by gorgeous girls with ridiculously long legs. 2) The possibility of them being gay is sadly quite high. 3) I’m an awkward potato who can form words arounds guys regardless of how hot they are. 4) They’re celebrities. 5) The age difference between us is sadly, pretty big. 6) They live halfway across the world. 7) Half of them are jerks who want to hump’n’dump.
So, the possibility of a hot guy going out with me pretty low.
But that’s okay - Dylan O’Brien will always be my husband.
If you can relate to the reasons above then let’s be potatoes together, my fellow antisocial teens.
~A
Where It All Begins
So, this is it. The beginning, prologue, introduction - whatever you want to call it - to my life as a blogger that ‘rants and shit’.
see what I did there?
Be warned; I may be just another antisocial teen but when it comes to ranting, that’s the shit I’m good at.
So sit back and join me on the roller coaster I’m about to face.
~A
I fucking hate the male species;
I blow off guys cos I already know they’re the same. and I don’t have time to waste on a fuck nigga and his mind games. but sometimes dudes will put in more effort, which I’m always skeptical of. but if its continuous, I’ll sometimes give the stupid fuck a chance. whenever I show i have the slightest bit of interest, all the sudden they start acting like a dick, or ignore me, or straight up just stop talking to me randomly one day… like, holy fuck. can guys please just shrivel up and blow away with the fucking wind? I’m done even giving chances to niggas. I knew there was a reason I’ve been in total celebate lesbian feminist mode for the last 4 months. I fucking honestly cannot be with a boy. fucking boys are stupid. fuck all the douches, assholes, players… so on, so forth. THIS IS WHY THE LESBIAN RATE IS GOING UP YOU DUMB FUCKS. girls don’t want bitch niggas. get it together or start lubing your goddamn hands.