Let me tell you something about girls,
As a girl myself,
I dislike it when girls get jealous over another girl’s looks. When they say things like,
“her eyes, her lips, her boobs, ugh why can’t I be her?”
Look, you were created to be on this earth to be you,
one girl who is different among the rest.
You have certain things that other people do not.
You have certain imperfections and so do they.
Let me tell you something about this picture- it pisses me off. I can’t even begin how to explain it. First of all, being a size 22 is not healthy. Wearing size 22 pants means that you have intense rolls of fat on your thighs and stomach, which is highly uncomfortable. It is highly uncomfortable to sit with, stand with, pretty much anything. There is no way to hide it.
I don’t understand people who can embrace being obese. NO I’m not saying I’M skinny because I for sure as hell know I’m not, but I’m doing something about it you know? or at least I’m trying! I’m not gonna reward a skeevy bastard who sits on their ass overweight by agreeing that a size 22 is even remotely fine.
Being overweight stops you from running freely without gasping for air like a panting dog. Being overweight prevents you from getting attractive boys. Being overweight stops you from being fully confident of yourself. Being overweight means direct taunts to your face. I’m against this whole idea of “accepting beauty no matter what the size”. I hate it. Don’t try to alter the views of our society where we view skinny as good, skinny is healthy and good.
I say these things because I was the girl who experienced these things.
Let me tell you something about…
i mean what im about to say can be highly offensive..but well, i don’t care. i’ve said offensive things before. and we have freedom of speech so holla.
To children of parents who are immigrants, or even children who are undocumented as well: Your parents struggled their way to get to America, and find jobs that aren’t exactly what they dreamed of to support you, and give you a better life option. Your parents might have even wanted to give birth to you here, so you can become a citizen, here. Yet what you do is become a person without intellects, a person with no morals, a person who does drugs or becomes a teen parents, a person who’s involved in gang-related activities, and a person who isn’t what your parents expect of you.
Life is dick balls.
Habib Raja
Let me tell you something about omegle…
It’s funny that on omegle as soon as you say you
- are horny
- are of the opposite sex from your chat partner
- are in the age of 16-25
- have lots of things in common due to the new option
They automatically assume you’re a
- hot guy with some six pack who you’ll fall in love with
- hot girl in lingerie ready to take their clothes off
Oh…
The strange depictions of the mind due to anonymous online chatting.
Let me tell you something about Long-lasting relationships,
The worst downfall of any long-lasting relationship is that one of the two in the couple stops trying.
See, my friend is incredibly bored of his relationship with his girlfriend. He tells me all these bad things about her and it’s kind of mean but I do understand him. He says she doesn’t try with him anymore and he’s just…bored. They’ve been together for 2 years and everyone thinks they’re perfect for each other, though.
Here’s an explanation of…one of the two in the couple stops trying. See, in a relationship, you get to a point where you get so comfortable with that person that you don’t try to look good for them, try to do new? things sexually, or try to make them happy, THINKING that they won’t leave because you’ve been together for so long anyway.
Did you know lots of marriages fail…and one small reason is because the man or woman finds out what the spouse smells like without deodorant or cologne? It sounds incredibly stupid but the tiny things count.
So, point is…ALWAYS TRY, as long as you still love that person.
~If I ever get into a long-lasting relationship or get married I sooo swear I’ll always try. AND I’d be a damn good relationship counselor.
Let me tell you something about this guy,
He’s at the gym I go to. There is always this fairly short Hispanic guy that just stares at me. I do not like short..men. I’m just not attracted to them. He stares at me whenever he gets the chance to. The thing is he…doesn’t even introduce himself. He just…stares.
Let me tell you something about my parents:
My parents are the most religious people ever; well my mom more than my dad. They both are, basically. They would rather have me not hang out with gay people. I always think it’s not a big deal; some guys like girls some girls like girls some guys like guys, so what you know?
They have convinced me to stop hanging out with one of my friends who likes the same sex. They thought he was nice,actually, til they found that he was gay. Total bullshit right? I had to tell them because one night I went to his house and they kept thinking we did stuff. I’m like no mom, he’s gay. She went ballistic.
I told her it’s wrong to do that and she said, why do you get all mad? You’re not gay!
I mean of course I’m not but I just believe in equal rights for people you know? I honestly cannot understand the hatred for them.
OKAY here’s my take, why do we even have to CLASSIFY them as gay people? They’re people too. We don’t constantly classify straight like:
- “Oh haha that’s so straight” (no! You describe them as cool, nasty, gross, hilarious…etc. other adjectives)
- “Yeah my straight friend blahdooblah is so nice to have around” (no! you just say MY FRIEND blahdooblah…)
I’m like…just STOP.
Let me tell you something about Rob,
When I was 13, actually I was 12 turning 13, but I told them I was 13 (big difference? yeah) I had a huge crush on this guy named Rob. Rob was..15 or 16 and a sophomore in high school. I knew him from his friend Donovan, who liked me a lot, but I was so dumb back then I only liked boys with flippy hair..which Rob had and Donovan did not.
Rob and I talked on the phone a lot every night. We went from 11 til..the sun was up and one night I didn’t even sleep. Anyways, we hung out too, with Donovan.
Maybe Rob was 18…fuck I actually don’t remember.
I think..we never dated because I was too young for him, or it was because of Donovan.
Well a few years later the three of us were still friends but Rob moved to Texas. Later on he got with this girl and had a baby. A BABY!!! Damn it Rob. Why? You’re so young! Now he hates me, or…his girlfriend probably does so he doesn’t want me to talk to him because I once commented on his picture and said, “Omg you’re so hot”
Then his girlfriend said, “OMG YOU’RE SO HOT I’M GLAD WE LIVE TOGETHER AND I GET TO DO YOU” or some stupid shit like that. I was like nigga da fuck. This guy had a baby with you and is together with you, DA FUCKKK am I gonna do.
That’s Rob.
