i’ve met three types of Mississippi boys so far-
•super smooth and sweet
•tried to be smooth, was kinda creepy
•tried to act too cool, was annoying.
I drew my packed bags the day before I left for my trip and then didn’t really draw anything like this after (haha go figureee!!)
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did it hurt? when u fell from someones butt into the toilet water u piece of shit
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fre$h out the showerrrrrr, and now about to pack because sarah and i are roadtrippin to her hometown in Mississippi today for the weekend for her deb event. soo excited.
basically, we’re all gonna dress up really really nice and pretty and shit and then get drunk downtown and shit.
honestly though, i’d be stoked even if we weren’t going to get drunk and shit because sarah and i have been best friends for six years and i finally get to go to her hometown and actually MEET everyone i’ve always heard about. also, i never get dressed up and shit and it’s fun to once in a while :)
synopsis of this post-i won’t be on for like three or four days. because i’ll be having fun with sarah
Women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone fat.
by
by
When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.
It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
I mean, it’s just true.
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i need fucking sleep
but your goddamn presence
never leaves my thoughts
and i honestly just kind of
want to get rid of you
and everything about you
for now.
how wonderful is it that we laugh because our bodies cannot contain the joy
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