sugatits said: Bbg! I'm gonna be in Austin for Halloween. Can we finally meet?!
WHAT THE FUCK YES
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”.
This never gets old.
i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because:
- i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live
- most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person
- im not a pissbaby
my white friends that have reblogged this give me life
4. They’re pretty funny a lot of the time lol
lots of feelings about bisexuality / just venting / feel free to read on or scroll past / follow your heart / bye
brave like standing bare-faced and bare-skinned and brazen
in front of a mirror, maybe
makeup running in slopes down your nose
but you’re not looking away
brave like holding your own hands
when no one else will, on nights when your knuckles are bruised
from the people who squeezed your fingers
too tightly, and broke
a few too many blood vessels, brave
like bandaging yourself up
brave like not apologizing
like buying beauty magazines just to tear them to shreds
or slapping shoe-less feet against the pavement
down the center stripe, down the highway
and letting the cars swerve
to make room for you
brave like straightened spine, like planted roots
wind pulling at your vine hair, and you are too busy
painting your skin blue and green
to be knocked down
brave like breathing
and taking up space
brave like existing and not being sorry for it.
brave like waking up again today and again tomorrow
and maybe that is enough, brave
like maybe I am enough
brave like that.
Reminders at 1:00 AM by feather-fallen
i wish that there were more hours in a day and boys were nice and bread didnt make you fat