For the love of GOD stop putting in your profiles that you “like to go out but also like a night in.” I see it on so many fucking profiles it’s become a turn off.
I feel things. Like, really feel them. I am constantly feeling. If someone is crying in front of me, I cry harder and louder. I am always crying—metaphorically and literally. My soul is so, so old.
If you asked me at the beginning of this year how I imagined 2016 to go, I would be wrong about more than half of the things I said. As much damage as this past year did, there was some good woven in the warpath.
You’re only listening to your brain, never your heart.
I’m never going to be a Daria, as much as the internet tries to convince me I should be. I’ll always be a Kimmy Schmidt. Loud, passionate, and maybe a bit much.
Some of these are common sense, but some are really fascinating.
Life will never leave you lonely. As you age, the universe will keep churning out new people for you to meet. If your circle of friends begin to diminish, so be it. If your boyfriend leaves you, let him. I want you to know that you should never have to force people to put you first. Thus if they only see you as an option, leave them.
“Guide us in. Our dicks feel sensations differently than our fingers do and we may not know we’re pushing against something that’s not an opening. We like being guided in.”
“80% of you being “the best she’s ever had” has nothing to do with penis size or technique, its all in her head and has to do with how amped she is to be having sex with you and how sexy she feels.”
“If you can’t handle me at my worst you don’t deserve me at my best.”