17 | Panamá
me: *watches criminal minds for 9 hours*
anything: *makes a noise*
me: I’m looking for a white male between the ages of 25-45 probably a loner probably most definitely hates women probably drives a red late model dodge truck probably lives alone his moms name is Helen and his favorite color skittles are the red ones
Anónimo asked:
brianelarson answered:
hm i don’t know, i don’t like saying ‘no im 100% straight’ bc one day i may fall in love with a girl, who knows? i can’t predict the future lol rn i think i woudn’t but the heart wants what it wants so if it ever longs for a girl i don’t think i’d have a problem with that
me 2 years later: has fallen for a girl and is bi as FUCK
i cant believe i knew miss dopecabello was gay before she knew it 😧😏😂
It sucks that we miss people like that. You think you’ve accepted that someone is out of your life, that you’ve grieved and it’s over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you’ve lost that person all over again.
This generation is so intelligent. They care about racism, feminism, ableism, and that’s such a positive mentality, but they need to leave room for forgiveness. Nobody is perfect and people are educating themselves at different paces. So be mindful.
If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?’ ..’No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.’
im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh
I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.
hay que ayudarla, insensibles >:c
jajajaja el comentario^ me hizo el día :’)
Se supone que el profesor puede resolver eso… Por qué nos pide ayuda a nosotros? D:
Podrías hacer muchas cosas, pero tienes mucho miedo.
im watching a girl on the bus put on lip balm.
her hair is rained on and pulled into a tiny loop on the back of her head.
i feel connected to her because we are both wet and wearing lipstick and heavy shoes
she is pulling sunglasses out of her backpack and pulling a piece of hair off her face. she is sliding a pin against her head.
she moves her hands like someone is watching. I think we all do this.
I wonder if
girls are poetic because we simply are or because someone is always watching us. being a voyeur makes me feel less innocent.
but still I wonder what she is reading. i wonder if the lipstick she’s wearing is her favorite or if it’s just the one she had in her pocket today. i wonder who she is going to meet tonight.
When she’s getting off the bus she smiles at me and i feel at ease. i want to tell her she is beautiful but I remember that every time a stranger told me I was beautiful it has made me feel uneasy. so I watch her go and I am grateful
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