Tag: english
Ew, feelings!
Nowadays, to be one of the cool kids you have to be dead inside. Feelings, especially the big ones, are sooo not done. And showing them is social suicide.
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all has been said and done before, but never your way #FrankSinatra
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everything we do in life is our diary
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if i’m an open wound,
will you be my first aid kit?
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the dead don’t sweat
I don’t speak sign language
Life is confusing. So is communication. Especially – in my own humble experience – with the opposite sex. Because the sex part always gets in the way, even when you’re not having it. It’s the pink elephant in the room no one is talking about.
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i’m okay.
there are other fish in the sea
and i live in a nice fish bowl.
What is it with these boys?
What is it with these boys rushing to get into my vagina? Like sex is a glorified hand job. They don’t even consider the possibility of me not being ready for such an intimate act, five minutes after we met.
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i want your wildest time
Hair down there, don’t care
Growing up, I sometimes felt like I was the only one dealing with changing body-related things. Case in point: pubic hair. For some reason I was convinced no other girl my age had to trim that region down below.
Let’s talk about sex, baby
When I was fourteen years old, I was a curious kind of girl. More specifically, I was curious about the human body, luuve making and how it all works. So one fine day, I went to the public library and found a book about said subject (with pictures, yay!).
The semi-enlightened man
Let me tell you something about a kind of man I keep meeting recently; I call him the semi-enlightened man. It’s a guy who, when you meet him, is quite charming. He’s quick to pay you compliments, teases, and seems outgoing. All good fun. Then, if you end up talking some more and maybe even agreeing to meet each other for a drink, you find out a bit more about him. He often seems to be open to some self-reflection, seems to think about life. What a relief! It is always nice to meet a person who ponders his existence and doesn’t go running for the hills the moment someone utters the words “feelings” or “spiritual”.
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i tried misery on for size;
it doesn’t fit
I think you’re an asshole – please like me!
What funny creatures we are. Recent events have made me discover something about myself, a quality that is often linked to the female sex: the Great Urge to Please. To be seen as charming and sweet, even by assholes. Even by those you sense are taking advantage of you.
There is something mightily wrong with this.
Doorgaan met het lezen van “I think you’re an asshole – please like me!”
