“I think you can be curvy and proud of it, and still be really stylish and chic. It was never realistic for me to be skinny. Skinny, to me, is only a style of jeans.”—Kim Kardashian (via dirtylittlestylewhoree)
Yeah, this is for my guys that don’t have a reputation because they haven’t been around, they’ve been too busy holdin’ it down for that girl that always seems to fall for the wrong guy, but is too blind to see what she has right in front of her eyes. And my guys who are caring, and would be…
Really good blog. I wanna meet one of these guys…this is what I want…
This has to be the worst year so far. Just found out this week my doctor screwed up so I have to wait to have him request my chemo and have my insurance approve it. Its my last option too and my other disease is progressing. Still, no one knows whats wrong after 3 years of going to different specialists and hospitals and tests. All I want is answers for peace of mind. Thats all. I can deal with everything else, as long as I know what’s happening to my body.
K stop complaining about being the nice guy. I’m referring to the passive, wimpy, guys who dont step it up. My rule is: if you’re interested, then pursue me. And if you put in the effort, You deserve my time and attention. I’m not stuck up or “hard to get” nor am I easy. I’m just open minded and I think if any guy has the courage to approach me like gentleman; then he’ll have my attention. But the majority of us females (i’ll admit, i dated my fair share of jerks) go for douchebags ‘cause they’re CONFIDENT. They know what they want and how to get it. Theyre not afraid to disagree or take the initiave. And of course theres no perfect guy; so it comes with a price-he’ll eventually break our hearts. And then the nice guy is the hero and mends our broken hearts just to watch us run to another asshole. Yepp, I got it figured out. I’ve dated a lot but still have more to experience. Bottom line is: i respect any guy who puts in the effort. So stop the “i’m just the nice guy who’ll finish last” bullshit. Theres no excuses.
The best nights are the simplest. Red wine, new lips, & a simple kiss. Let’s test the waters. Love makes it splash and you too thick to skinny dip. Blinds close as the time goes. The rooms pitch black we in the blindfold. Overnight bag. Handy when it’s this late. Hit the snooze button you taking the sedate.
Its not fair I have to suffer alone. Where was anyone? You, especially; were the last person I ever thought that would leave me hanging. I went so far out on a limb with my hopes, that I was out there alone. I still dont understand why most of the people in my life suck and let me down. At the end of the day, I got through it on my own. I dont think I would have ever come this far if it wasnt for my inner strength. I wish sometimes when I say, “I’m okay” someone will look at me and say, “I know you’re not okay.”