vandalswithjetpacks: The idea that people had sex before the 20th century really freaks me out. Like George Washington probably got a blow job and that makes me uncomfortable.
blondewavyhair: Boys that play hard to get, there’s really no need, you either like me or you don’t.
thidisolve: The sad moment when you realize how alone you actually are. No one ever messages you on Facebook first or texts you first or anything. So it gets to the point where you don’t want to put in the effort with people who don’t put in any effort for you, so you end up spending your life at home, never going anywhere.
callingallbadbitches: I hope one day I can open my eyes to a man that I love, run my fingers through his hair, and wake him up with a kiss, even with his dragon breath. I hope one day I can make that man happy, so when he smiles that sweet smile, it will be because of me. I hope that one day that this man will argue with me, just to learn what I like and don’t like. I hope that one day...
greekgogurt: do you ever look at someone you used to be good friends with and cringe
You’re single because you’re single. It’s not because you texted too much or too...– Amanda Crute, “Why You’re Single” (via perfect)