(via carysjo)
If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn’t want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friendzoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys. You just aren’t a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex.
(via carysjo)
have a word…
really need to look at what i’m doing right now and just stopppppp.
if you wanna do something. just do it.
starting NOW.
Minor2Major: Final Musings #365
So wow, I’ve done what equates to a year of posts, didn’t think I’d get this far if I’m honest, thought I’d get bored somewhere in the 170’s.
This is usually a text based blog, so lets change that up a bit tonight and post things that everyone else does, you know, to get it all out of my system…
soppy twat alert!
Been back at uni for just over a week. Back with the Super 8 (aka the gang) and have realised how lucky i am to have such amazing friends.
Like at the end of last term, big hugs goodbye and off i go back home, back to all my ‘home’ friends.
And it’s like none of us ever left, straight to the pub and catching up on all the funny times we’ve had.
Then back to uni a few weeks later and bam, straight back into the laughs and ridiculous times once more.
i just feel really lucky to have these amazeballs people in my life.
and i’m being all productive and doing my work and tings :)
now for a bath!!
byeee xx
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do you ever feel entirely lonely for no apparent reason?
The Spice Girls
A group in my class did a seminar about British Feminism using the Spice Girls to perform it today. It was literally incredible.
It has now prompted me to have a Spice Girls session…which is currently in progress.
It also made me realise how BLOODY good they were and how big a fan i was / am.
Off to dance round my room wearing leggings and a scrunchie, singing into my hairbrush. byeeeeee!!!
I’ve been forced to explain homosexuality to my kids (aged 3 and 4) because their uncle is gay. This incredibly difficult and traumatic experience went as follows:
Child: Why does Uncle Bob go everywhere with Pete?
Me: Because they’re in love, just like Mummy and Daddy are.
Child: Oh. Can I have a biscuit?
We’re all scarred for life. Scarred, I tell you.
—KateP, Internet commenter (via cocklordsimone)
(Source: Guardian, via lifeinsenses)
