imagine my surprise when i get these at 4 in the morning after a date that i thought went really well…
as much as i hate to admit it, he was right. i let him win…
thats what gets me more than anything, like psa dont make the mistake i did, you’re better than that
you flip a biker the bird and you tell him how you fucked his mom last night
you beat your date at arm wrestling & then you rip his weak puny arm off with the strength of the thousand eyed goddess who lives within
you twerk a victory dance in the rain of male tears because you do not care about some guys fragile masculinity
you are strength, you are the winner, you are a goddess, and regardless of gender or sex you are precious.
so DONT YOU LET HIM WIN respect yourself
ps; my outfit was on point liiiike/
Bwahaha. He’s a fucking asshole and she’s freaking kick -ass.
(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
