"You need to stop this shit. You are looking for this perfect situation where everything will be the way you want it. A good looking guy, who is nerdy and smart and nice and sexy and fun and has zero baggage and nothing but time and attention to give you. That is not real. You will find someone you WANT to be with and deal with their baggage and accept their faults. You will work on shit over time and enjoy each others company in the meantime. Stop turning away people you want to spend time with because there is “a thing” that doesn’t match the checklist. So there is some other chick he hangs out with. So what. So he is too this or slightly less that. You met a guy that makes you happy when you’re there and isn’t trying to hurt you. Don’t let that go because you found a scratch on his shining armor. I suggest you go tell him you are done hurting yourself and want to be happy and refuse to let him do any less than the same. Be happy. You might get hurt, but you should be discovering that happens no matter what you do so the best you can go for is to be happy now. Stop making excuses. Be happy now. Right now. Take a fucking serious chance and go get the guy that makes you feel good. Go. Do it. The end.
I’m telling you this because as your friend I cannot abide you finding a reason to throw away the potential for being happy. Stop hurting yourself before someone else can because you may be surprised and they might not."

Really great relationship advice for those afraid of succeeding just as much as they are of failing.

Stop making excuses. Be Happy now. Right Now.

(via thecenteredself)

My everything. 

I can’t wait to make dinner with my man tomorrow (aka today). By make dinner I mean I will stand by patiently while he cooks. I am by no means the embodiment of female domesticity - I lit the toaster oven on fire in my last apartment. He suggested I bring stuff to make a salad… Smart man.
Anyways, I’m more excited about the fact that we get to bone after we feast.

I can’t wait to make dinner with my man tomorrow (aka today). By make dinner I mean I will stand by patiently while he cooks. I am by no means the embodiment of female domesticity - I lit the toaster oven on fire in my last apartment. He suggested I bring stuff to make a salad… Smart man.

Anyways, I’m more excited about the fact that we get to bone after we feast.

Yes to everything except the beach… Sandy vagina is a no-no for me.

Yes to everything except the beach… Sandy vagina is a no-no for me.

normajeanemonroe:

1956: Marilyn and Arthur announce to a group of reporters that they plan to marry.

normajeanemonroe:

1956: Marilyn and Arthur announce to a group of reporters that they plan to marry.

“Can we have sex now?”

“Can we have sex now?”

Smug.

Smug.

Teeheeee

Teeheeee