Boys.

I’ve a lot of sentiments for being recognized as one of the boys.

First, it sounds as if I’m getting positive responses from men considering that I can highly tolerate all the trash talks they’ve been throwing to me and take them only as a friendly banter. Second, it doesn’t mean that I’ve more boy friends than girls. Third. my boy friends do not find it hard talking openly in front of my face, which in return, makes me more cautious and critical of their kind.

The other night was truth be told.

Together with my drunk homies, I’ve come to witness again how double-edged boy friends, in general, are both unfailing and sickening. Having them around, whether they’re sober or worst, makes me feel physically safe and untouchable. Though in their minds, the certainty that I’ll get naked & fucked is yet undefined.

In fact, I am not surprised AT ALL whenever they talk about their lustful desires to these specific girls (such as their partner’s closest friend, chosen girl friends, and all those ladies written on their list of MILFs, hot celebrities, famous porn stars, etc.). I’ve also seen them shamelessly look at some random gorgeous bodies and just die out of frustration — because they’d like to imply that not all boys are the same.

[What’s interesting about it is that they choose to suffer from holding back their fantasies only to claim that they are indeed “gentlemen” and/or “faithful” to their girls.]

It doesn’t make any sense…

On another note, it’s funny that my boy friends protect me from appearing like a sex machine or boys-know-what to those men they barely know. And it’s funnier thinking that they seem to be sardonic about it (when in truth, they’ve already undressed countless girls in their heads). More so, this also goes to THE boyfriend (himself) who likes to hate any of his girl’s “Boy Friends”, because he insists to believe that they might be an asshole and do this and that. Yada yada yada.

And I say, “Nope, having me in their circle doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable (even though I’m aware of their disgusting itch towards girls).” Because if I do, I’ll be staying away from each and every boy in the universe.

P.S.

I’m still having a hard time accepting it, but gradually, I’m getting used to the painful truth that human minds are infinite steps ahead of what’s visible to our sorry eyes.

P.P.S.

Girls are the same I guess.

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That crow and those strange leaves.👌

That crow and those strange leaves.👌

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The Shining (1980)

The Shining (1980)

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itsmork:

Doodler’s best friend.

itsmork:

Doodler’s best friend.

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Panormal | Facebook

LOVE IT.

and that music box carousel. click the link above.


With my BAE! :))

Real life aliens.

Overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed.

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#selfie

#selfie

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Tough Love Sucks

Even if we count one to ten,
I assure nobody’s ever going to listen.
Maybe they can pretend,
but our heart’s still broken in the end.

Because these people we love, these people we expect to show care
are fragments of what sends us in despair.
They’re also the reason why sometimes we become unfair.

We grow old together, yet everyday we grow apart;
Are we really that repugnant?

Now I tell you this:
Learn how to play, and still blow them a kiss.
For being an inferior is a curse,
it tends to make us the “worst”.

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Easy A, together w Scarlet Letter, is definitely the movie-of-my-life I must say.

Easy A, together w Scarlet Letter, is definitely the movie-of-my-life I must say.

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anarchiepourleuk:

Easy A

anarchiepourleuk:

Easy A

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briansfancies:

It’s exactly what it looks like.

I could watch this show my entire life and just die with a smile on my face.

leaasmahane:

« the evil eye » en français, le « mauvais œuil »
est le titre d’une série d’illustration réalisée en linogravure à l’encre noire, pour alimenter la réalisation du film tourné sur pellicule SUPER 8. 

(A4) 210x297mm, négatifs d’impressions d’après gravure sur linoléum
originaux.

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