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I don’t want a text from you at 3 am, I want love letters written in your sloppy handwriting. Don’t like my post on Instagram, make me a mix tape of songs that make you cry. Surprise me with flowers and take me on a date to the bookstore. And even though I’m a feminist, pay for dinner because you’re a gentleman. Build a tent out of sheets and watch 80’s movies with me. I don’t want a snap chat from you, I want a phone call late at night when I’m crying. I don’t want to hear through your friends that you think I’m hot, instead man up and tell me how you think I’m beautiful. Slow dance with me in the kitchen. Hold my hand in the hallway and offer to carry my books. Then I might think about loving you.
once one of my best friends told me that i was wearing too much makeup (i was wearing lip gloss and mascara) and told me that i should have a look that’s more like my other friend (who wears a full face of makeup every day) as she looks more natural and that moment made me realize that men truly do not understand what makeup looks like
Why are guys so obsessed with their dicks? We’ll be like “Mothers have the right to breastfeed their baby in public!” And without fail, dudes chime in with, “Does that mean I can pull my dick out in public? Can I urinate in public?” Chill the fuck out. This isn’t about your dick. You are already allowed to have your nipples out in public, sit the fuck down.
oh my GOD THANK YOU
I deserve some major cuddles dammit
The Japanese say you have three faces.
The first face, you show to the world. The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family.
The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are.