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thought i responded. anyway: super-duper, wasabi blooper easy to tell where a guy's mind is when he compliments. if you're genuine about complimenting a hair color, shoes (guys love my shoes, yes yes), or dress, it will usually shine through.

oh, yes. and you know there are people who are gonna say that women they personally don't find attractive don't deserve to ask anyone for a phone number or how impressive the meteor shower last week looked. it's a privilege only ugly men get to have because everybody knows that ugly men have wads of cash or a

coco_rin has it right. even before the blonde, the most surprising days were the really sloppy ones, the days i just wanted a tee, jeans and to pretend i had good hair without a mirror or comb. so many "hey, pretty baby" jaywalkers just wanting to chat me up. next time i'll just brush on the spinach and see what my

ewww. that's basically why i left the city. too many dangerous pervs once i went blonde. but, yes, that is the worst. mine kept pestering me for a conversation so finally i told him i was reading (no one would ever peg him as a reader). it's just way too awkward. he followed me out at 8th avenue and walked all the way

to be honest, we can tell from a guy's tone or where his eyes are what his intent is. yes, you can err on the side of safety, but if you're genuine with your compliments about hair (i had fuchsia, orange, purple and blue all at once, and i loved the compliments) 0r a certain dress or pair of shoes...those really are

This one gets props for formula.

i know i get snotty about grammar, and this is because i'm snotty about grammar, but...

actually, my friend inserts her pills vaginally. it's just as effective and reduces the side effects dramatically. i tried the pill and nuvaring and both made me absolutely sick. my friend recommended that i try the pill again but take it vaginally like her. i just don't really care to be on birth control at this

i read about that a long time ago...as a teen. something about fear like that. it's an evolutionary preservation of life type of fear...it's a protective instinct not all of us have, clearly, but it's basically the ancient knowledge that we're not safe/are prey for more nocturnal creatures, and maybe even, because

why do you feel that way? there are no ghosts, ever, in the bible...so you can definitely believe in ghosts and not god. my friend swears she sees ghosts all the time and she's atheist.

yeah, and her friends' list really doesn't prove her point either. only one person actually believes in something "odd." the others just want to believe, which means they're skeptics. what i think is weird is that metaphysics IS A THING, so believing in it...i mean, well, it's basically philosophy, so—kind of a

i think the condescension is all yours. you can have it back, though. oh, and the intellectual dishonesty has your name sewn onto its ass, so looks like that belongs to you too.

i can do you one better. i have a brain to sell yayapapaya.

oh, fuck off.

what do the brackets even signify? "fucking"? "playing with"? "having dinner with"?

i've just been bullied by a woman in charge of an entire department in my college, and when i told her in our first meeting that trying to grab my wrists and barring me from leaving the room by inserting arms between me and the door was inappropriate and frightening, it didn't stop, so i told her very calmly that i

hmm, i was trying to get away from a taxi driver and accidentally hit him out of fear because he was threatening me. he moved his head at the same second i threw up my hands and screamed that he was fucking terrifying me. the police talked him into dropping the charges, especially since i was terrified and

what has surprised me most about the comments saying he shouldn't have thrown one punch is that the people writing them are completely inured against the terrible pain the photo above clearly showcases. he's clearly in emotional and physical agony, both; you can see that the poor child is feeling TORMENTED, not just

i can tell you've never been in danger.