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Guitar day!

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*something falls behind my bed*

"well it was really nice having that thing. Goodbye”

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Things just transpired in my house hold that are equal parts offensive and hilarious… Here goes.

So my roommate, Dale, has a gf who does not live with us, but she’s here all the time. So Sunday when my gf was her we were on the couch and we kissed (scandalous, I know) and she saw it, and I’m pretty sure that’s the first time she’s seen us be affectionate, that’s neither here nor there.

So today she tells Dale she’s “uncomfortable” here and wants him to move out because she thinks me and my lady are going to hit on her or something, she doesn’t like living with lesbians, cause it’s not “normal”, so now I’m pissed. Then, Dale goes, “well you don’t live here, so it shouldn’t be a problem, just stop coming over”…things escalated and Dale is trying to break up with her, but she won’t leave our house….she locked herself in Dales room.

So, Dale barges in my room wearing a bathrobe and goes, “call every lesbian you know, we’re smoking this bitch out!” Then turns around and whips his robe like a cape…

And that’s the story of how there are 8 lesbians climbing through the window of Dales room…

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Love > Lust

It seems nowadays that a lot people crave the idea of lust more than love. It seems like their ultimate goal is going to a club and getting drunk, and meeting a hot guy or girl.

They crave seducing them and then taking them to bed for one night, and then being able to brag to their friends the next day about the dime they got some with the night before.

I, on the contrary, I do not crave that.

I crave meeting someone for the first time and awkwardly stuttering through your words because you can’t get your thoughts straight, because they’re so damn beautiful.

I crave feeling the rush of butterflies in your stomach when you see their name show up on your phone, even if it’s something as simple as “Hey, how’s your day?”

I crave the thought of seeing or hearing something that immediately reminds you of them, and you wish that they were right by your side to experience it.

I crave the sudden rush of adrenaline you feel when they smile at you or touch your arm; an act so small, yet so powerful.

I crave the feeling of talking to someone and feeling like you’ve known them for years, rather than only a few days or weeks.

I crave the feelings of intertwining your fingers with theirs for the first time. My hands are always so cold and sweaty but they wouldn’t mind, because that’s just one of the many things that makes me “Me”.

I crave the anticipation of the first gentle kiss goodnight in the car or on the doorstep. It’s so peaceful and so calming and so overwhelming and so electric, all at once.

I crave the feeling of having your cheeks ache because you literally can’t stop smiling at the fact that there’s 7 billion people in this world, and somehow you managed to come across the one person who makes you feel like you’re 1 in a million.

I crave the feeling of gazing into their eyes, and in that moment, time comes to a complete halt. And it’s just you and them.

I crave the most innocent acts of affection, whether it’s a random smooch on their cheek, mindlessly twirling their hair, or them falling asleep on your shoulder while watching a late-night movie.

I crave opening your eyes as you awake, only to gaze upon their face right next to yours. Yes; mouth wide open, drooling, morning breath and all. But that’s what makes the moment uncut, raw, and perfect.

I crave the feeling of realizing how much of a jerk you were in your argument earlier with them, and you walk down the hall to them to apologize, only to find that they were about to do the exact same thing.

I crave watching them candidly cook breakfast, or talk on the phone, drive a car, or read a book, and you can’t take your eyes off of them because they’re so perfect in everything they do without even trying.

I crave the feeling of holding them in your arms and never wanting to let go, because you’ve finally found someone who feels like home.

I crave the feeling of wondering why you were ever terrified to fall in love because of your fear of heartbreak. And you laugh, because now that’s just a distant memory.

Honestly, I’d take love over lust any day.

I can’t wait to fall in love.

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do tumbleweeds actually blow around in the southwest or is that a myth…?

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My best friend and I were holding hands while shopping with my family today and my mum was like “Girls, can you link arms instead? You’re getting funny looks, people are going to think you’re lesbians” so I got the ring off my index finger and proposed to her in the middle of the street

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Please Reblog if You Believe Asexuality is a Legitimate Sexual Orientation

My mother has just finished delegitimizing my sexuality, saying I’m “probably the only one who believes this”. Let’s prove her wrong, shall we?

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I wonder how many young teenagers are watching the atrocity that is 50 shades of grey this week. Teaching our generation that the shit involved is ok to perform and making them a danger to society. This stuff should not be created, let alone be so weakly policed that a 13 year old can get in to see it.

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Girls don’t like guys

Girls like Ellen Page in a suit

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3 notes and I do them all.

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I walk a lonely the road, the only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes, but there's only me and I walk alone.

Greenday- Boulevard of broken dreams.

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Leaving due to wage inequality with her male co star, blatant sexism towards Cote, even though she deserves it for her portrayal of Ziva in the show. She has inspired many,many people and we do not want her to leave. "All I want is something permanent, something that can't be taken away. Is that too much to ask?