you ever notice how in women’s razor commercials the models’ legs are already completely hairless before they “shave” them
like we can’t even handle showing body hair in a commercial about how to get rid of body hair
The feeling of being indoors when it’s raining.
I would never tell you this, but you have impacted my life immensely within a span of a few months. In the beginning, you were just the “ideal man.” Brilliant, hilarious, sociable, considerate. But during the limited times that I’ve spent with you, I realized that you were so much more. You were extremely insightful and interesting. You definitely had quirks, all of which I appreciated. How you would wash your hands more often than the average person. How you would eat ferociously during lunch because your metabolism was abnormally fast. I enjoyed seeing these habits of yours. I’m not saying you’re perfect because no one is perfect. But there’s something about you that made you different. There’s something about you that made me trust you. There’s something about you that made my heart skip at a beat every time I saw you. There’s just something about you.
I told myself to hold back and to not fall for you. I must say I did a pretty good job restraining myself. You’re starting a new chapter in your life across the country. And more importantly, you most likely never saw me the same way I saw you. I acknowledge this makes me pathetic. But what can I do when there’s something about you?
It’s not that I loved you. Heck, it was probably just infatuation. But if you stayed in the area for any longer, there could have been the possibility that my feelings would have developed, and that scares me. It scares me that someone could have such an effect on my life.
Despite all of that, I would still like to thank you. Thank you for showing me the ropes and for never giving up on me. Thank you for being the man I could have loved.
Whether or not our paths will cross again, I just want to wish you the best of luck. Good luck on your future endeavors. I know you will do great in this world, and I cannot be any prouder of you.
this one time in art class we were painting and my teacher was like
"hannah take off your jacket id hate for you to get paint on your led zeppelin sweater"
and i was just like
went to an American restaurant today!!!! ‘ello mate!!!!!! put forks in my hair to show my love for these Westerners’ food!!! Haha!!!!! Ha!!!! Ha!!! Ha!!! Ha !
do you ever wonder what health and mana potions taste like
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I’m tired of this hearing this. People are often surprised when they find out that I have never been in a relationship during my twenty years of existence. And they always feel the need to reassure that a guy will walk into my life sooner or later. As if being single is depressing.
I would laugh it off, or tell them that I don’t “need” a man. That I need to learn to love myself before loving someone else.
I actually believe that I have the ability to be successful without a man in my life. But that does not mean that I would not want a man in my life.
Truth be told, I would like to intertwine my fingers with someone else’s during a casual stroll. I would like to rest my head on this person’s beating chest and feel safe in his arms. I would like to lie on the grass and decipher what the shapes of the clouds are with him. I would like to be silly around him while wholeheartedly accepting his silliness and quirks. And on certain days, discuss philosophies of life with him over a cup of coffee or warm tea.
At the same time, I do not want to admit defeat. I do not want to succumb to the concept of needing love that is formed by media and social networks. Actively looking for a significant other is equivalent to admitting defeat. I would lie to myself that I am not looking for someone. I would tell myself that I should just focus on my career path.
But the heart does what the mind does not desire.
And all my heart wants to do right now is to love and be loved. Not eventually, no. Not even soon. Now.