I CANT I CANT I FUCKING CANT NOW NOTHING IS WORKING AND I LITERALLY HAVE TO GET OFF OF HERE BEFORE I THROW MY LAPTOP OUT THE WINDOW
IM FUCKING SCREAMING OH MY GODDDDDDDDD ALL I WANT TO DO IS ADD LINKS TO MY PAGE WHERE IT USES THE PRETTY SIDE BUTTONS LIKE ITS FUCKING SUPPOSE TO DO AND I CANT GET IT TO WORK AND IVE READ THEFAQ FOR THE DAMN THING AND IVE SEARCHED ALL THROUGH THE CODE AND EVERYTHING AND I CANT FIND A SINGLE FUCKING THING AND IMDYING RIGHT NOW BECAUSE IVE LITERALLY BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS ONE THING FOR HOURS AND I FEEL LIKE RIPPING ALL MY HAIR OUT SOME ONE COME OVER HER AND FUCKING HELP ME BEFORE I GO AND PUNCH THE NEXT PERSON I SEE IN THE FACE
I think I’m going to change my theme again.
when the adhesive on your pad snags ur pubes
If you have pubes and use pads…than you probably aren’t having sex..
if a man (or a woman) can’t handle pubes or pads then he’s probably an immature douche who won’t grow up. if he can’t understand that pubes are a natural body occurance, or think that his preferance in my menstral protection is above my comfort then he’s probably an asshole and, just like with tampons, i dont want him up my vagina
“How was your day?”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”
You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.” — (via ryannxp)
scientists tell us that all water
is old water,
that there is no room for originality,
that everything is recycled.
the anguish of Achilles bleeding out
face-down in the Trojan dirt
mingles with that of a stockbroker caught
in the ebb and flow of the markets,
and what I am trying to say is that the tears
navigating south through the canyons on your face
may have once wet the cheeks
of Alexander the Great
for the same reason.
don’t buy that “love is a serious word” crap, love freely, love carelessly, love yourself, love that lady bird that just flew past, love that cutie that served you lunch at a cafe that you’ll probably never see again, love every single cat you see and when you stop loving someone or something, don’t fight it. i don’t know what love is but i know it’s not serious.
Falling for women is easy. Their entire physique is captivating, their hair, tender hands, beautiful smiles; the sound of soft voices, sometimes raspy in the morning, but often calm and sweet. The idea of soft lips against your own, and a kind touch upon your skin sending goosebumps across every inch of your body. Women are like magic.