I put on my Tinder profile that I hate sports, I don’t drink beer and I’m 150% feminine all day all the time and so many guys are like…offended? One guy was like “what if the guy you like loves sports, you won’t even watch with him?” And I asked “will you wake up at 8am during fashion week to watch live streams of shows with me because that’s what I’m really interested in. And he said “I don’t really find that interesting.” And I’m like THEN WHY THE FUCK WOULD I CARE ABOUT SPORTS FOR YOU OMG.
this isn’t an isolated thing. women are expected to change for men. if you don’t want to have children (ever) then someone is bound to say to you: well, what if your husband wants to have children? i was thinking about dyeing my hair & my dad says, what if the guy you’re dating doesn’t like it? we’re expected to lose weight & to dress in a certain way to appeal to men. we’re expected to be less opinionated, less assertive, less talented when competing against a man… it never fucking ends.
DO YOU AND WEED OUT THE WEAK MEN 🌺
“You have to let it all go. The way he kissed you, the way he smelled, the way he touched your waist and pulled you in. You have to let it go and you have to let him go. Because that’s who he was, not who he is.”
— (via unterrible)
Singing everything all the time…
Laying on the floor…
Making a mess and walking away…
Addressing yourself in the third person…
Moving furniture just to see what will happen…
Buying flowers…
Spending five minutes trying to make a blanket look like it was effortlessly thrown on the couch…
Experimenting in the kitchen…
Breaking wind with abandon…
Making escape plans for when the burglars/kidnappers/murderers come…
Spying on your neighbors…
Knowing everything will always be exactly as you left it…
Forgetting the mail…
Reading out loud…
Throwing away leftovers…
Answering the question “So how do you like living alone?”…
Lighting candles…
Making lists…
Wondering if anyone outside just heard you perform the entire score of Cats…
Getting upset at minor inconveniences…
Inviting everyone you know over within a one-week time span and then ignoring them for the rest of the month…
Going to Target for everything…
Calling your mom…
Girls will say they busy and be in their bed relaxin or sleep
Sounds busy to me
writing-in-the-wings
It’s okay that your heart still drops five years later at the sight of them. It’s okay that if they showed up in your driveway today, you'd have to resist the urge to fling yourself out of the car and into their arms. Some people are like that. With some people, it doesn’t matter whether it’s been years because twenty years later, the world goes silent at the sight of their face. Let the guilt go because we don’t choose who our hearts want, who we love unequivocally despite the pain or the fear or how desperately wrong it is. We do not choose who to love, only whether or not we stay. So walk away. Or don’t. But your stomach will still be churning in circles fifty years from now either way.
