I get that TFIOS is a very sad story.
I am a 26 (almost 27) year old woman. I have seen this movie and I didn’t cry this hard at the theatre. I haven’t cried this hard in a long time.
I just…I don’t fucking understand. Why can’t I just mean something to someone for once in my life? God forbid I let myself think that I could. I just…for once I would like something to work out. Without any questions, without any grey areas. I don’t want it to be easy, but I don’t want it to be a fucking guessing game either.
This shit always happens.
Someone please explain this
No one explain it
Took me a second
I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.
I really wish I could be that super confident girl I was two years ago. Or even as confident as I was last summer.
Shit. The worst part is, things are better than they have been in a while (aside from my financial situation which should be turning around if I stop acting like an ass). In theory, anyway.
I mean, I’m kind of seeing someone. Though I don’t talk to him as much, and before we went to that wedding together two weeks ago, I hadn’t seen him in like a month. Naturally neuroticism kicks back in and I’m sure I did something wrong or that he hates me.
I need to figure out what the fuck I’m doing.
I read every one of these to my wife until she screamed at me to shut up.
this is so freaking cool
ATTENTION LADIES OF WASHINGTON DC/OKCUPID: STAY AWAY FROM USER ACASTSHADOW
Backstory: I went on one (1) date with this creep in the spring of 2013. He’d messaged me a few times and I was bored that week, so I met up with him for drinks and dinner. It was a bad date, we didn’t have any chemistry, and I texted him to tell him I’d had a nice time, but I didn’t want a second date.
Since then, for well over a year, he’s been sending me threatening text messages, tweeting degrading and creepy things about me, and continuing to message me on OkCupid. He’s tweeted about slitting my new boyfriend’s throat, and texted me calling me “good girl.” After one particularly scary message, I filed a report with my neighborhood police precinct about this guy, so there’s a precedent in case he ever shows up at my apartment.
DO NOT MEET UP WITH HIM. DO NOT MESSAGE HIM BACK. His real name is Ian Smith. His twitter name is @historyinrust; avoid him at all costs. He’s scary, and he’s a predator. KEEP YOURSELF SAFE, LADIES!
If you or someone you care about lives in Washington DC, please reblog this. I want every woman who might be at risk for encountering this guy to know.
Even if you don’t know a single soul that lives there, fucking Reblog this shit
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