holding my friend’s 9 month old daughter and she keeps grabbing for a picture of a guy on my laptop. i explained, “no, dear. that’s what we call ‘a musician’ and while you will be incredibly attracted to him, he is unlikely to ever have a lucrative job, will probably end up sleeping on your couch, eating all your food and never being your boyfriend, even if you are sleeping together. best to just learn that one now.”
i can hoop like this, but i can’t look that good.
1. the act of enticing by soft words; enticement.
2. gaining affection by caressing.
Etymology: from Latin suppalpari, “to caress a little”; sub, “under, a little” + palpare, “to caress”.
like when i brush against your arm or thigh while petting the canine.
Matthew Quick, Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock
Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
Submitted by bonkersforpotter.
well, maybe just one kidney.
Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
Lang Leav, “A Timeline”
i would love to know how to begin to try to start thinking about maybe moving on.
On NPR they said that the most emasculating thing you can do to a man (if you’re a woman) is hold the door open for them
I do it every chance I get
I open doors for men and women both all the time, and when someone opens a door for me I’m just like, “dude. wow. awesome, thanks!” Maybe I’m already as emasculated as I’m ever gonna get.
i open doors for people (MALE AND FEMALE OMFG) all the damn time. i consider it being more conscious of how many seconds lapse between when i arrive and they arrive at the same damn door. if it’s really really close, i also figure the other person is not considering that lapse so closely, and i just open the damn door. i also always thank people who open/hold doors for me. i’m just not a super-rude asshole ALL of the time.
found the shirt again today. found the picture because i was thinking i had a picture of this shirt.
i’m somehow legally licensed to drive in 2 states now.
I want to know this time if you’re really finally mine, I want to know that you’re not lying, so I want to see you tried.
this day = already a pain in my ass. let’s see…
woke up at 430 to drive my sister to work by 5. in my pjs. and flip flops. ran out of gas as soon as we got on the interstate. of course. call my uncle, parents, etc. finally got rescued by my aunt. took sister to work. got home around 715. got ready for the day. about to leave to take my brother-in-law to work.
thennnn, I get to drive almost an hour to little rock to run some errands for my mom, followed by renewing my driver’s license which expired on my birthday. no worries, apparently, arkansas never canceled my DL here, so I at still have my valid IL DL until today when I surrender it for the ugly new AR card.
thennnn, I go to the doctor to get my meds refilled, drive an hour home, pick up both people, go buy groceries and make dinner for 6 people.
then I have to go harass my stepdad’s cousin to make sure he finishes fixing my car this week so I can stop borrowing my dad’s old truck. gas is expensive.
I guess a nap is out of the question today.