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I am a Canadian male in my late twenties. Once I was in love, now I’m not. Once I loved, now I don’t. Enter post-love, and the women that fill up the void.

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Nov
20th
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Why is it so hard for women to find men that are sensitive, caring, and good-looking?

daysofturmoil:

siddman:

danielfaraday:lolitas:Because those men already have boyfriends.

Because it’s hard to find one when you’re busy fucking assholes.

Nov
19th
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littleredhead:

scodal:

Worker dead at desk for FIVE DAYS and no one noticed!

only in New York -_-


Is his position still available? I want a job where no one notices I haven’t done any work in five days.

littleredhead:

scodal:

Worker dead at desk for FIVE DAYS and no one noticed!

only in New York -_-

Is his position still available? I want a job where no one notices I haven’t done any work in five days.

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Intermission Fourteen

I wish I was under the covers with the love of my life on a warm summer morning, a weekend morning, and we block the sun with the white sheets. We roll around in bed and giggle and tickle and wrestle. I bite her arms and her sides and her jaw. And we make out. And we stretch out and she lies on top of me. But it’s november, and all the windows are black, and there is no love in my life.

Nov
18th
Wed
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The McDonalds Analogy

I know a girl who broke up with a guy and she told him she wanted to “still be friends.” He said, “No thanks.” She wondered why he couldn’t fall back to being just friends after they had a romantic relationship. I came up with the “McDonalds Analogy” to try and explain it in a simple way that would help all women understand this tough question.

Imagine if you went to McDonalds a lot and ordered a Big Mac Combo meal. A Big Mac, Large Fries and a Coke. You really like this meal. One day, you pull up to the drivethrough and order the Big Mac Combo meal and the girl tells you, “I’m sorry - you can have the Big Mac and the Coke, but you can’t get fries with that anymore.” You think about this for a moment, and sure - the Big Mac is the centerpiece of the meal, but McDonalds has some really good fries and you like their fries with your meal. So you say, “I’ve been able to get fries with that before, why can’t I have fries with my Big Mac combo anymore?” The girls says, “Well, I just think it is better if you only have the Big Mac and the Coke from here on out.”

At this point, a lot of guys are going to go to Wendy’s or BK and see if they can get fries with their combo at that drivethrough window. But there are some guys who REALLY like McDonalds Big Macs and they might think, “If I keep coming here and ordering the Big Mac and Coke, maybe she’ll change her mind and give me some fries with that later.” So they will keep on getting the combo without the fries until the deal breaker happens: One day that guy is going to order the Big Mac and Coke and then he’s going to pull up a little bit to pay, and someone else is going to pull up to the drivethrough speaker and order the “Big Mac Combo” and he is going to hear the girl say, “Would you like fries with that?”

That’s why guys don’t like to be friends with a girl who breaks up with them.

(Author unknown)

Nov
16th
Mon
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"Uhm , can you hide them please, they're making me uncomfortable"

yasmeen:

dtronics:

a girl who has obvious cleavage, whether in person or in photos does not make her an attention seeking whore. We’re not talking about skimpy clothes here but is it problematic if chesty girls wear v necks or tank tops? Should she hide her figure because of the assumptions, often made by other women, alluding to her sexuality? What’s your problem if you’re offended by my breasts? Would you rather me be in turtlenecks? Would you like to pay for a breast reduction? Would you like me to gawk at your lack of breasts and somehow make the assumption that your lack of “tits” mean youre a prude? That sounds crazy, right? That’s because it is.

But I’m not done. Does my cleavage, that I often times can’t hide, make me sexually available to you? Does that mean I deserve the lewd comments and advances? I’ve actually been groped before by someone I didn’t know well because my boobs were looking extra nice that day. Look, you can admire my form, go for it, I’m even open to a tasteful compliment but do not let that make you a presumptuous, entitled asshole.

Solution: I’m not going to hide my breasts and you all are going to stop assuming.

You often can’t hide your cleavage? Really? It’s often impossible for you to wear clothing that doesn’t show half of your boobs? I would really like to meet you.

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Nov
15th
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Man is a mystery. It needs to be unravelled, and if you spend your whole life unraveling it, don’t say that you’ve wasted time. I am studying that mystery because I want to be a human being.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky (via myserendipities)
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… Am I supposed to worry about getting fat or about making sure it tastes delicious? Because I’m sure as hell not going on a missionary diet.

(via thingssheloves)

… Am I supposed to worry about getting fat or about making sure it tastes delicious? Because I’m sure as hell not going on a missionary diet.

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outofnaija:

thresca:

He told me he loves me more without my makeup..



One of my favourite things in life is waking up next to a girl and getting to see her in her pure form, her natural beauty. And sometimes they wake up and they’re self conscious about it, and they get up to go fix their face. And you grab them by the arm and pull them back in bed, close to you, and you look at their face, and in their eyes, and they are strangely excited by your manhandling, but slightly worried about you looking a her. And that’s when you smile and say “you’re beautiful”. And you don’t let her leave until she believes you. It might take a while, but trust me, it’s worth it.

outofnaija:

thresca:

He told me he loves me more without my makeup..

One of my favourite things in life is waking up next to a girl and getting to see her in her pure form, her natural beauty. And sometimes they wake up and they’re self conscious about it, and they get up to go fix their face. And you grab them by the arm and pull them back in bed, close to you, and you look at their face, and in their eyes, and they are strangely excited by your manhandling, but slightly worried about you looking a her. And that’s when you smile and say “you’re beautiful”. And you don’t let her leave until she believes you. It might take a while, but trust me, it’s worth it.