youngandfearless

every time. every time I say I can’t stand tomatoes someone emerges from the mist to offer me an heirloom cherry tomato from their garden. “It’s good. It’s sweet. You’ll like it,” they wail and wail. I make attempts to deflect them with no thank yous and jokes about them being close relatives of deadly nightshade to no avail. they continue to attempt to force the red orbs upon me. I give in to their plea and take a bite. “It’s ok I guess,” I whimper as my eyes water and I struggle not to gag on the sour, mushy, hell fruit.

i was talking to my cousin yesterday and he was talking about an accidental mistake he was dealing with, and proceeded to describe it as, “i picked a whole fuckin’ bouquet of whoopsie-daisies” and tbh i’m still thinking about it

You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol, you treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol.

When a man complains that “women are complicated” he really means “women are nothing like the cookie cutter archetypes that I formed in my head and I’ve discovered that every woman is an individual and they don’t come with a manual and that confuses me. I have to actually see them as human beings and interact with them as such?”