- baby: d-d-da..
- father: daddy?
- baby: david bowie
When she’s babbling on about something. When you’re arguing. When you see her. When you’re with her. When you’re with your friends. When she cries. When shes happy. When she does something you love. After you ask her out. After she says she loves you. After you just kissed her. Before you leave. My point is, whenever you get the chance to kiss her, kiss her. It makes her feel loved.
if you kiss me when we’re arguing i will punch you straight in the fucking jaw
we’ve taught girls to romanticise nearly everything a boy does. when i was younger i thought it was cute that boys chased the girl even after she said no. i loved it when after a girl moved away from a kiss, the guy would pull her back and force it on. i thought a guy saying ‘i won’t take a no for an answer’ was passionate and romantic. we’re literally always teaching girls to romanticise abusive traits.
We were sitting side by side, our thighs touching, connecting us into a tiny collection of atoms that took up barely the smallest fraction of the universe and we were almost nothing. But oh God, it felt like everything.
When you realise someone you’ve known for a really long time is also a tumblr user
support butch lesbians
support flamboyant gay men
support polyamorous bisexuals and pansexuals
support sex-repulsed asexuals
don’t throw people under the bus because they “fit a stereotype” you deem negative that you try to distance yourself from
ok apparently if a duckling imprints on a human and doesn’t meet other ducklings he ends up believing he’s a human too. that’s unbelievable. what if im just a duckling with an overactive imagination. what if im just a sleeping duckling and this is all a dream