I love you so much that when I see you in pain all I want to do is steal it away.. When I know that there is something going on and you won’t tell me I feel like shit because I don’t know how to help you. I wish it were possible for you to love me the way that I love you,but I know that it will…
If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.
But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.
this fucking hit me like a fucking train
*reads bad horoscope* *throws rock at stars* fuck u fake bitch
i dont trust people who are attracted to me…like why? write me a 10 page paper with a legitimate thesis and valid points backing up your claim or you fake.
(Source: crybabyadult, via lokig0dofmischief)
we’ve taught girls to romanticise nearly everything a boy does. when i was younger i thought it was cute that boys chased the girl even after she said no. i loved it when after a girl moved away from a kiss, the guy would pull her back and force it on. i thought a guy saying ‘i won’t take a no for an answer’ was passionate and romantic. we’re literally always teaching girls to romanticise abusive traits.
is this what having a penis is like
(Source: hanukkahlewinsky, via retardedandbrokenhearted)