Women don’t hate men, we just periodically remember how shitty they are and can’t bring ourselves to pretend to Care about their insignificant problems anymore
When a baby cries it makes me want to put my fist through a window or a baby
send me a message on anon saying why I’m a piece of shit
#me @ my bf
Bitch I trimmed my eyebrows yesterday so I can take on anything I DON’T CARE
On my resumé: cyber bully
I’m attracted to intelligence. Not the book smart type of intelligence. I could care less whether you’ve gone to college or how much money you make because of it. I like intelligent conversations that make me think even hours after it’s ended. I soak up words from radical minds.
Like how fucking pretentious can you be oh my god.
Leave her alone…
being wrong sometimes is ok
maybe I have to accept that I don’t always have answers and that eexistence is spontaneous