weirdness level = 10^∞

me talking to a man: i know. i know. yeah i know. i know. i’m aware. yes i already know that

i love calling my self a Bitch but if a man calls me a bitch im gonna step on his throat an snap his neck

calling ur dad “my father” is just the socially acceptable way of saying “my dads a bastard and i hate him”

Please, keep looking. Not for a person, but for your passion, your love, your courage, your goals, your dreams, your happiness, yourself. Keep looking. Explore yourself before you explore another. Know your worth, know yourself. Only then will you know what you need over what you want. You need yourself to become your own.

Tinder, it seems, is embracing its status as a hookup app

some of u never tried to force a volleyball as far underwater as u could at a pool as a kid only to have it shoot up and hit u in the fucking face and it shows