Are we dating? Are we fucking? Are we best friends? Are we something in between that? I wish we never fucked, and I mean that. But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin’ awesome
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i actually wish that one direction would break up because then its kind of like karma for their fans being so fucking annoying all the time
I always came up with lame excuses or skipped out on dates because I’ve always hoped that some day and in some way, my ex would come back and be the guy I always knew he could be.
Sadly, it’s time to realize that it’s not going to happen. But I’m not sad, no. I’m actually really excited because this weekend, I’m going out. I’m going to have fun. I’m so happy I could scream and cry at the same time.
It’s ridiculous how once you let go of all the negativity you have towards someone, how positive you feel.
I’m also a feminist because I like to fuck, and I resent everything and everyone that would make that a secret shame. I fuck not to make marriages or babies but simply to fuck, and I am sick and fucking tired of the government and beer ads and my friends and fucking Cosmopolitan telling me there’s something wrong with that.
