I want someone to talk to until 3 a.m. about things that make no sense. & someone to prove to me that I'm not the only one who compares the sky to that of orange sherbet. I want to hold hands with the clouds and dance with my shadow, because that's all anyone really has.
dang look at this cool shirt from Mexico I really wanted to get it but it was in children’s sizes only
thats no excuse. wear the shirt anyway over your bulging adult body. bust through the seams as you flex your rippling biceps at the police, streaking past the other patrons in the park and clothed in nothing else but the tattered scrap of what used to be a childs shirt. bad as youguana be
some dude started throwing pebbles at my window so i went over and opened it and he was like “oh shit you’re not my girlfriend” in a very obviously intoxicated way and I said no, probably not and he asked me if I wanted to be his new girlfriend since he couldn’t remember where her house was and I said no thank you
okay so he left and came back and threw rocks again and I opened my window and he was like “sHIT this still isnt her house”
As your leader, I encourage you from time to time, and always in a respectful manner, to question my logic. If you’re unconvinced that a particular plan of action I’ve decided is the wisest, tell me so, but allow me to convince you and I promise you right here and now, no subject will ever be taboo. Except, of course, the subject that was just under discussion. The price you pay for bringing up either my Chinese or American heritage as a negative is I collect your fucking head.
It’s the year 2014 and people still act as though if you are heavily sexually active or promiscuous you should be ashamed of yourself. If you are happy with your decisions based around sex and are enjoying yourself then yaaas you go girl, get that dick. We slut shame for sharing pleasure, desire and affection. To me a real “slut” is someone who has sex to intentionally hurt other people. They are the ones who should be ashamed of themselves.