Look, if you nicely tell me that swearing makes you uncomfortable and you politely ask me not to, I will stop immediately and speak nicer than a nun.
But if you start acting like you’re on some fucking high horse, or telling me that I’m going to Hell for talking the way that I do and you can’t “be around that kind of language” then you can bet your motherfuckin’ ass that I’ll be fucking cussing like a cunt-fuckin’ sailor you maggot-ridden piece of dick.
In the end, he chose her.
I’ll just go cry now
Please, if you’re attracted to girls and you’d date a girl who has been raped, reblog this.
Alternatively, if you’re attracted to guys and would date a guy who has been raped, reblog this.
ONLY IN THESE 2 CASES.
i am perfectly fine with having other people sit on my lap but i can’t sit on other people’s laps because i’m always paranoid that i’d crush them and they’d die
You remember that moment when you read my blog description and it mentioned a bunch of things I would probably post about including a tidbit of Mary McDonnell? Well as you have discovered I am godsdamn liar.It is Mary all the time. Like it or lump it. Sorry not sorry.
That awkward moment when you ran up the stairs and now you’re trying to hide your heavy breathing like it’s no big deal but you’re actually pretty winded and dear god you need to work out.
Oh my god! This is so fucking accurate hahaha