nobody likes the “bad boys” who insult and degrade their partners while wearing pastel polos with popped collars, people like REAL bad boys who wear leather jackets and take a lot of care in how they shape their pompadour and carry around stiletto switchblades and care about their communities and ride a motorcycle and rebel against the government and says stuff like “NOBODY insults my gal” and gets in fistfights with dudes who catcall their girlfriends. THOSE bad boys are the guys everyone wants.

in some capacity, you are loved. someone loves the comment you made on their dress, someone loves the way you smile, or the way you laugh, or the way you say a certain word. when your name is said, it is never met without some sort of love

I was out with a bunch of people this weekend and this guy suddenly went “man I miss my wife” and went home. like…I want that

it doesn’t matter how good you’re doing, those sad nights will creep up on you from time to time and that’s ok. doesn’t mean all your progress is gone

Sylvia Plath (via quotemadness)

Donald Duck Goes To Group Therapy For His Debilitating Executive Dysfunction And It’s Just Played Completely Straight For Like Four Pages Like What

Making things worse for myself is my favorite coping method

i’m not ignoring you. i’m just waiting to see if you’ll make an effort