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so i have come to terms with the fact that i will be alone for the rest of my life. the reasons being the following:

1. i am a pussy

2. when i go out the guys that find me attractive are:

     a. too afraid to come up to me

     b. too pushy/ obnoxious/ i just don’t like them

     or c. if i do like them get cock blocked by b. <— i hate them

3. guys need to understand that i am a pussy, therefore i will never initiate a kiss, i will never allow a kiss if they ask (that is a pussy move) i want a man that will hold me so that i can’t move and kiss me like rhett butler kisses scarlett o’hara in gone with the wind.

now some people may construe this fantasy as if i am asking for rape, let me not confuse you. if i find a guy attractive i bat my lashes and i flirt. it is not rape if i am a consenting individual.

to conclude my rant i want a strong man that can give me a kiss to remember. when i find this man, every bitch in the area surrounding him will know he is mine.

 <—this right here, this is what i want.

well goodnight followers if you do read this i wont know, but it makes me happy you do. have a lovely night/day.

i don’t think i should have eaten that whole box of strawberry special k

i don’t think i should have drank a whole carton of kefir

i don’t think i should have topped it off with two chocolate almond covered vanilla ice cream sticks

i wanna throw up like crazy or i might end up like them :C

 

“I use the word ‘fat.’ I use that word because that’s what people are: they’re fat. They’re not bulky; they’re not large, chunky, hefty or plump. And they’re not big-boned. Dinosaurs were big-boned. These people are not overweight: this term somehow implies there is some correct weight. There is no correct weight. Heavy is also a misleading term. An aircraft carrier is heavy; it’s not fat. Only people are fat, and that’s what fat people are! They’re fat!”

—George Carlin

Hi I’m Eve and I like to leave my Tumblr open on other people’s computers.

And Hi, I’m Dara, Eve’s best friend who decided to spare her by not doing something wicked to her blog. You’re welcome Eve. Love you, you shmoe.