A friend of mine is going on a backpacking trip around the world and I couldn’t think of a good gift to her.
So I ended up writing her a letter to open when she feels lonely, sad, discouraged or disappointed. In it, I told her how excited I am for her, how proud she can be and how wonderful this trip is and that whatever is making her sad now, will be forgotten when she comes home. I also told her to email a friend or family member and tell them 5 things that she learnt and 5 things that made her happy.
I don’t know how dumb or presumptuous this is, to be honest, but it was the best gift I could come up with.
So, I went out with this guy on two dates and there hasn’t been a spark. I just don’t think we’re compatible (I am apparently very active and do a lot of stuff while he… doesn’t really do anything). The second date was really awkward because there were a lot of time when we didn’t talk and he just stared at me with a grin on his face.
And, while I’m here thinking this isn’t going anywhere, he’s apparently got hearts in his eyes. He sent me an email telling me how attractive he finds me and how he likes my laugh and that I make him speechless and all that mushy stuff.
My question: How do I nicely tell him that I don’t feel the same way and I’m not interested in pursuing this further?
hi there, anon. i didn’t realize i took a lot of selfies. thanks for the info. so, your question was whether i think i’m pretty. you already answered that no, i am not.
and i have to agree, anon. i don’t think i’m pretty bc i’m not.
i always have a double chin.
i constantly look like i haven’t slept in a week bc of my dark circles
and, i always look sunburnt. idfk why
i have this white line across my nose that makeup can’t cover up
i have tons of wrinkles on my forehead. like what the hell? i’m 25
also, it’s the size of fucking texas
i still don’t know how to smile in pictures bc i hate my fucking teeth
my feet are flat. my hips are huge. my boobs are weird. i am covered in stretch marks. my voice is grating. my ears stick out two miles from my head. i am always fucking sweating and i’ve been asked if i was pregnant more times than i can count.
so, you’re right. i’m not pretty. i can’t stand the way i look.
which is why it’s so fucking important that i post “a lot” of selfies. bc, anon, you’d better fucking believe that if i look in the mirror that day and don’t cringe, i’m gonna take a fucking picture to save that tiny little second. and GOD FORBID i show the world that i posses a little self love every once in a fucking while.
TO ANYONE READING THIS: DON’T EVER LET SOMEONE MAKE YOU FEEL ASHAMED FOR LIKING THE WAY YOU LOOK—EVEN IF IT’S JUST FOR A SECOND. IF YOU LOOK NICE, YOU TAKE THAT FUCKING SELFIE AND YOU SHOW IT TO THE GOD DAMN WORLD BC THEY DESERVE TO SEE THE GOD/GODDESS YOU ARE!
that beard finally coming in? go ahead, bro. take a selfie.
you finally got that piercing you’ve been wanting? not really my style, but you’re fucking rocking it. take a selfie.
your boobs look awesome in that shirt? take a selfie.
you finally lose or gain that weight you’ve been working on? take a selfie.
your eyeliner look awesome? your new sunglasses make you look like a celebrity avoiding the paparazzi? you killing that tux? you feel a tiny, rare level of self love? you always on a high level of self love? you just like your face?
TAKE A MOTHAFUCKING SELFIE!
thanks for the question, anon. this one’s for you.
this is the best thing since sliced bread I’m not kidding
dear everyone who says he’s a good person
he also punched goofy too, what an imbecile.
Canada can take him back anytime now
He can go back into his mother’s womb anytime now
Today in TRX, we did a circuit of seven or eight exercises and we measured them by repetitions (3 sets of 12).
Apparently, I was too slow, because everybody was already done and I still had one exercise left. So the trainer said I should leave it, because we were running out of time (and we needed to do another small circuit). It was the last exercise, the easiest (rowing; I LOVE rowing!) and I felt pretty bad for not being able to finish.
After we finished class, my trainer came up to me and said, “If you want, you can finish the circuit now.” He stayed until I finished my 3 rounds of rowing and then high-fived me for my endurance.
I’d have called it stubbornness or pride, but sure, let’s go with ‘endurance’.
To my sweet daughter,
If you ever begin to wonder if he is the one, ask yourself:
Does his laughter warm your body from the inside out? He knows that when you say two scoops you really mean three, right? Do you dance in his living room while drinking cheap wine? I hope so, and I hope you’re both drunk and terrible and laughing so hard you cry. Does he tell you how beautiful you are, and if yes, does he say it when the morning light falls upon your face? More importantly, when he tells you, do you believe him? Can you cry in front of him? I hope you can, that means you trust him. When it’s pouring rain does he know that if your hair is curled or your eyes are sad that means he should get the car and bring it to you? When he asks what you want for dinner and you say you aren’t hungry, does he ask if you’ve eaten today? Does he kiss you good morning? Good night? Just because? Do you know he likes his coffee black? Unless he wants it cooled, then he will probably want some milk in it, but not too much. Have you figured out where he’s ticklish? Don’t let him convince you he’s not, I promise you he is. Have you frustrated the hell out of him yet? You will, oh you will, but it’s how you two come out of it that matters. And when he said he loved you for the very first time, did you respond by asking if he’s afraid of heights? I hope with my entire soul that he said yes because that means, despite his fear, he fell for you. Now, darling, you tell me, is he the one?
Just some good wisdom here.
I love this!
I used this as a checklist and he wins :3