a girl walks into a room with flowers on her shirt. you hope she’s not like the last person you saw wearing a shirt like this. you approach her to ask what is her favorite flower and if she knows the scientific name. she can’t answer you. because she’s not a REAL fan of botany.
wowww. and I always thought it was so romantic.
I always reblog this because for every one person who understands the true story behind this picture there’s about 50 who don’t.
Now that I know this, I see how forcefully he’s holding her and how uncomfortable she looks. This picture makes my skin crawl.
shit do you see his fuckin’ hand
and how her face looks all smushed
what is wrong with us as a people
That’s the thing about ham, it demands to be eaten.
My thoughts are hams I cannot fathom into sandwiches
I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of eating ham.
‘It’s a metaphor, see: You put the ham right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to be delicious.’
“And in that moment, I swear we are ham.”
Wait. Wrong book.
today a guy confirmed that at boy sleepovers they do in fact talk about girls and who they like a good majority of the time i just thought this would be useful information
Why does this have so many notes? What did you think we do at sleepovers? Meth? Animal sacrifice?
Well thats what girls do