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1: What would you name your future daughter?
Siri för det är mitt mellannamn lol elr nåt annat fint

2: Do you miss anyone?
Julia mkt och Armin lite men är nt en person som saknar folk asmkt lol

3: What if I told you that you were pretty?
Tack vet

4: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?
nä

5: What are you looking forward to in the next week?
ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

6: Did you go out or stay in last night?
Var på min utredning igår och ute med hunden :/

7: How late did you stay up last night?
Till typ fyra på morgonen

8: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?
Ja, Julia, Agnes, en snubbe och Armin på bild lol

9: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?
Jag sov

10: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?
A när jag blivit typ tvingad att säga det av personer men aldrig ljugit till nära vänner

11: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?
Nää

12: Have you pretended to like someone?
Ja sen började jag gilla personen på riktigt och var ihop i 4 månader #swag

13: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?
Nää

14: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
Inte bara en

15: Is it hard for you to get over someone?
Beror på hur nära man var

16: Think back five months ago, were you single?
Ja

17: Have you ever cried from being so mad?
Gråter varje gång jag är arg lol...

18: Hold hands with anyone this week?
Probably

19: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?
I en säng

20: Who did you last see in person?
Min bror

21: What is the last thing you said out lot?
Vet inte exakt vad men pratade om breaking bad med min bror

22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?
Nä men två :)))))

23: Have you ever been to Paris?
Nope

24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?
Ne

25: Do you use chap stick?
Eh ja

26: Who did you last share a bed with?
Min mamma, har en ganska stor säng så a

27: Are you listening to music right now?
Ja

28: What is something you currently want right now?
Fanta och hundra huvudvärkstabletter

29: Were your last three kisses from the same person?
Nope från tre olika personer om man nt räknas pussar hahaha

30: How is your heart lately?
Trött

31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?
Om det är en stor luva så a

32: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
Agnes i onsdags tror jag

33: What do people call you?
Ehh, 30+ åriga män här på ec älskar att kalla mig hora för det är så roligt skämt haha XDDDDDDDDDDDD Annars bara Linnea, nea eller loser :))

34: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?
Jaaa

35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?
Massa

36: What are you listening to right now?
I'm so sorry - Imagine Dragons

37: What is wrong with you right now?
Mitt huvud

38: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?
Nja

39: Do you make wishes at 11:11?
Lol nä

40: What is on your wrists right now?
Hud?

41: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?
Är på g med någon typ :))

42: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?
H&M

43: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
Nope

44: Have you hugged someone within the last week?
Ja

45: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?
Nä

46: What were you doing at midnight last night?
Kollade nog på Orange Is The New Black

47: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
Ne

48: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?
Beror på situation men är mysigt med någon :))
Om dom nt ligger fett obekvämt

49: Have you ever been to New York?
Ne

50: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?
Ja

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Nu har detta hänt mig för 348794 gången
Att en jävla kille börjar ignorera mig, prata mindre med mig, avslutar vänskapen
BARA för att jag inte blev kär i honom tillbaka

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"when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors. we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards. he wasn’t the only one. there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”
i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was
in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face. we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time. one day they got in a fist fight over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.
in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly. everyone in the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.
when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it. people didn’t like him because he was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly. he became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us. he talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.
in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga. he’d ask me personal invasive questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked attention. i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how much of an asshole he was every day. i wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life is an asshole? but whenever i asked him, he just told me, “girls only date assholes. there’s no room for nice guys like me.”
i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?
he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know. being friendly. i thought we were friends. but then, how many times had i thought that before?
how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?
how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”
there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams. beneath a million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how he’d never get laid.
when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.
i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk about all my favourite games with me. he was the closest thing to support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly. but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come over every day and do it.
"don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back? don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?"
when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to just say
when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill. and i’m 18 years old, and i still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.
but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”
they were
"she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her."
so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:
put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex. that he just wanted her for a relationship. a girl who was just an object to win, a prize. a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.
maybe she friendzoned you. but you girlfriendzoned her, first."
http://wendycorduroy.tumblr.com/…/thoughts-on-the-friendzone
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Detta händer mig hela tiden, bokstavligen. Och är det drygaste som finns. När en människa avslutar en vänskap bara för att den personen inte kunde få ha mig som flickvän
För att vara ihop med någon och få status är mycket viktigare än att fortsätta vara vän med personen
Och det sårar faktiskt mig som person när personen bestämmer att lämna mig bara för att jag inte vill bli ihop med personen eller blir kär osv
så a

Och texten är så jävla bra och spot on
Vill bara att killar ska fatta men verkar vara så himla svårt

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