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Add the 31 drafts I have stored on tumblr and the torn notebook page and you get 118. A hundred and eighteen different collections of words I have yet to post. I’m trying. For both you and myself. I’m trying, but I’m not satisfied.
What does it mean when you lose trust in yourself?
If you lose trust in your ability to count, you grab a calculator. If you lose trust in your ability to remember, you get a camera. And if you lose trust in your ability to spell, you get a dictionary. So what happens when you lose trust in your ability to write? What is there to fall back on when you are the only person who could ever explain?
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i am very famous and important
lol that “…among other things” part sounds like amy is going to rape me
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“Harry plays the Harry Potter Theme Tune in (almost) every style known to man.”
This is seriously fantastic.
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awakenedbysunrise reblogged vivalicious:“Quand il s’agit de passion, les Françaises composeraient donc avec une gamme de sentiments. L’incarnation de cette différence, selon Debra Ollivier : lorsque les petites filles françaises égrènent « il m’aime, un peu, beaucoup, passionnément, à la folie », les petites Américaines se cantonnent à : « He loves me, he loves me not ». Vous n’êtes pas dans l’amour total ou le rejet absolu. Les choses ne sont pas blanches ou noires.”
— “Vous, les Françaises, êtes toutes sexy” et autres clichés (mis à jour) - Yahoo! Actualités
Et aussi, j’aime bien la phrase “On a ce mythe que vous êtes tous hyper sexy.”
Translation: The problem with Americans is that they just only have two levels of love: “He loves me, he loves me not,” whereas the French have a whole gamut of sentiments: “He loves me a little, a lot, passionately, he’s crazy about me, etc.” Everything isn’t just black and white.
(via vivalicious)
I think I read this exact same thing in Entre Nous. Except it was in English.
On another note: I HAVE SO MUCH HOMEWORK!!! -___-”’
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How come I never get hit on?
Question submitted by eoporto
This afternoon I received an email with a detailed list of all the available horny teens in my neighborhood which I deleted without even reading. Curious, I opened an email titled “Having a hard time at university?” and was presented with a pretty young Asian with a footlong dildo thrust in her ass.
I rolled my eyes, and read an email from my uncle.
Autocomplete in my browser finishes the URL for me so that when I type the letter ‘Y’ the first suggestion is youporn.com. On other sites, a medieval-looking chick with ample boobage tells me that I can “play with her discretely”.
I roll my eyes, and type in The Huffington Post.
I walk through the corridors of my university and see women with sweatpants with the word “Juicy” stamped on their asses. I turn on the radio and hear Howard Stern asking pornstars how deep they can shove a hotdog down their mouth.
I roll my eyes, and switch to the local news.
I remember when I was in university in Jerusalem, I drove down to Egypt for two weeks and encountered the most religious Muslims I’ve ever met.
Needless to say, they were dressed pretty conservatively.
I remember what a thrill it was to catch a glimpse of a bra strap from a poorly fitted burqa. I remember the half-on I got from seeing an underwear outline on a girl that’s only visible body part is her eyes.
Things were different there.
I yearned to see a bare thigh.
I yearned to see a thong.
I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
Then, when I left Egypt and entered Israel, I saw signs pointing to a nude beach. I went there, and didn’t sport a woody the whole time. I wasn’t attracted to all the skin. It was too readily accessible.
There was no mystery.
The trick to getting a man is making him think he can’t get you, and the best way to do that is by dressing seductively conservatively.
While women might think that the low-cut top that draws attention to their heaving swingers is a real stud-magnet, they actually don’t want to be attracting the douchenozzles that are only in it for the nip.
They don’t know that the good guys are willing to work a little bit to get inside those jammies.
Now, don’t go putting on grandma’s floral print robe and a cardigan and go to a bar thinking “The Men Guide told me if I dress more conservatively I’ll be able to bag some smoking hot man-sausage.”
All I’m saying is that the mystique of a girl that respects her body outshines the sparkly-skinned stripper every time.
— Moe













