i want a friend, that would be up for a drive at 4am through the city when it’s empty and quiet. someone who would take pictures with me, walk the beach shore at 5am when it’s foggy, cloudy and cold. most important, someone who wouldn’t mind just cruising and exploring new places for all kinds of awesome adventures.
Men want us to kiss them with beards, suck their dicks and kiss their balls with pubes, hug them with hairy arm pits, intwine our legs with hairy thighs, but if women have one hair on our body that isn’t on our head it’s disgusting
“Who did that to you? Who fucked you up so bad, emotionally and mentally that you’ve completely shut down anyone who tries to help you. You don’t talk about your feelings, you push kind people away, and you let negative people in. You refuse to open up and let someone love or care about you. Who fucking did that to you?”—(via slutstatus)
“I’m still depressed, but how depressed I am varies, which is good. Much of the time, it’s a comfortable numbness that just makes things feel muted. Other times, I’m standing in the shower or something and I can feel the nothingness hurtling toward me at eight thousand miles per hour and there’s nothing I can really do aside from let it happen and wait until it goes away again.”—Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half (via socaltides)