But like why is there still this concept that males don’t like cute mushy romantic shit and being emotionally taken care of? Just the other day I was cuddling with my boyfriend and after admiring him for awhile I told him, “Your eyes are so beautiful, they look like mini oceans” and I swear to god I heard him squeak in embarrassment and saw his cheeks actually begin to blush. Sometimes he likes being the little spoon and although I’m half his size I’m always happy to play jet pack. If he’s having a bad day he knows he can lay his head on my shoulder and just bawl his eyes out and I won’t think any less of him. Guys have emotional needs and want to feel loved and taken care of too yanno.
Boys deserve emotional reassurance just like anybody. They deserve compliments and cuteness, too.
xydg:
i do not understand the big obsession with pop punk
i cant hear you over how much i hate my town
(Source: onlinedaddy)
“I spend my days trying to trick my anxiety and to avoid horrifying myself.”— Clarice Lispector, “Letter to Fernando Sabino featured in Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector”
(via goodreadss)
“Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.”— The Book Thief, Markus Zusak (born on this day in 1975)
“All people are driven to the point of eating their gods, after a time.”— Margaret Atwood, excerpt from Eating Snake (via servphim)
(Source: kvngslayer)
reasons that i was going 9 mph over the speed limit today: the lumberjack in the big red chevy truck behind me on this double-lined road was in a hurry and also was using a slightly more powerful bluetooth radio to play his music, but he was using the same frequency that i use, and he was just playing Party In The Usa on repeat, so every time he caught up to me my music started fading out and “i pUT MY HANDS UP THEY’RE PLAYIN MY SONG” started blaring from my speakers and i was justly running for my fucking life
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ah yes, my train of thought, or as i like to call it, the Anxiety Express