∞

My oldest brother is in the Carribeans on his honeymoon, my second to oldest brother is in Miami, my little brother is at the beach, and I’m at home listening to my mom and her girlfriends sing karaoke. What the fuck has my life come to?! 

MOTHER NATURE IS THE BIGGEST FUCKING COCKBLOCK

Pros:

• I’M NOT PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cons & everything else:

• I’m going to eat everything in sight and gain 9288451 lbs
• My wardrobe will be all black for the next fucking week
• I can’t wear cute panties…..
• I hate you
• Piss me off and I’ll fucking kill you
• I lose sleep at night because I’m scared I’ll wake up in a crime scene
• Cramps. Boys, imagine getting kicked in the balls repeatedly. And you cannot get away. 
• ………………
• Should I just go to the beach and attract fucking sharks so we can just all fucking get killed?

We boys don’t get butterflies, we get fireworks. We don’t have you on our mind 24/7, but we do have you on our hearts. Often, yes we wait for you to go online, sometimes simply even just being online makes our heart skip a beat, even if we don’t talk. Whenever you talk to us, our face forms that half-smile; it means we are happy but are trying our hardest to not show it, and fail at hiding it. We do miss you all the time; granted, we’d spend all our time with you if possible. We don’t think of the smallest things you say, we think of every word you say, panicking at every single word, trying to define what it really means, to read between the lines. But wait there’s more.

We would love you in a million ways. And once we start loving you there is no going back for us. No matter how hard we try we will always love a girl that has touched us. Us boys when in love will think of that girl first thing in the morning, and think of that girl last before we sleep at night. Whenever we see a couple, our thoughts immediately jump to that girl, and imagine that the couple was us. Every single detail about her is loved; the way she walks, talks, speaks. The sound of her voice. Her laughter. The sparkle in her eyes. Her shy smile. The way she dresses. That cute face she makes when she’s asleep. And the way she says our name that our hearts just explode with mirth, a simple act that no-one else can replicate.

A boy in love with a girl is no simple thing, though ladies stereotype us guys as simple. A man in love is not simple. No. He will be unpredictable. He will be persistent, stubborn, and given the circumstances, if it means carrying you from one side of the world to the other to win your heart, a man in love would. He will be a martyr, giving his all and asking for almost none. He will show you how to appreciate the beauty of the world in a thousand ways, and then he will tell you how much he appreciates your beauty in a million ways. 

A man in love is no simple thing.

After something happens, whatever that may be, it doesn’t matter if you were the bad or good person. Through it all, what it all comes down to, is that you came out of that situation knowing something more than you did before. For the moment, some things were lost, but in reference with the future, you gained and will gain so much more.

How I acted as a kid:

How kids act today:

tracydeeee:

 … he saw a couple sitting there. the boy had his hand on the girls upper leg. she was wearing a short jean skirt. the pastor turned to the boy and said “do you plan on marrying this girl?”…being a teenage boy he said “i don’t know were just dating” and then the pastor said “then get your hands off another man’s wife.”  this has always hit home with me.

Forever a cockblock.

Third wheel in his own damn series.

Let’s not forget this scene

LMFAO I know someone like this…. hmm..

gretchenkaye:

To be an instigator— you fight your friends battles for them, you weasel your way into the situation when it has absolutely nothing to do with you, you start other drama because you’ve weaseled your way into the current situation, and you subtweet about the situation like there is no tomorrow.

To be a spectator— you sit back and watch the instigators make total fools of themselves because they don’t have a clue and they’re all irrelevant.

My nigga Gretchen’s got it dooown!