I'm so jealous. I want to kiss Natalie Dormer. Also I want to be bffs with Natalie and Jennifer. That seems like the perfect life.
I'm so jealous. I want to kiss Natalie Dormer. Also I want to be bffs with Natalie and Jennifer. That seems like the perfect life.
I once accidentally kissed my dad on the lips goodbye when I was leaving in a train. It was horrible and gross.
I’m not bragging (YES I AM) but not more than a month ago I was eating at NOBU and noshing on honor bar M&M’s. The red carpet was only in my mind. #Celeblife #Vacation #AintNoHumbleinmyBrag.
Has anyone ever (ACCIDENTALLY) had this happen with a relative (BY ACCIDENT) and never forgotten the shame and horror of turning your head at the wrong moment and kissing your gross uncle on the mouth (OH MY GOD IT WAS AN ACCIDENT).
With a homophobic, animal-abusing, cheating piece of shit? She can do better.
His love gwakened something in her.
Stefelton? Blen? Shelfani?
If Blake and Gwen are happy in the moment, good for them. But, really... Gwake? Gwelton sounds so much better.
In my mid-twenties I started hanging out with this guy I had had a crush on all through highschool, and he was reading The Game. He swallowed the whole fucking thing, and even tried to sell me on the ideas in it. What a goddamned shame. This guy regressed in emotional maturity and became a selfish prick. If he’d…
I got half way through it and got tired of their self-absorbed bullshit. I found parts really hard to believe at times too. I’m sure it was all true but I kept thinking “really? to pick up women you need to carry a backpack full of equipment?”
It’s always Mommy’s fault! I just got dumped by a guy who said, and I am not kidding, ‘My mother didn’t hug me as a child.’ I guess that explains why, after 6 months of dating, he denied that we were even dating?
These guys are still garbage people. I don’t care if they’ve “changed” or “settled down” or whatever, but even if they have, the price of having been such scum-sucking soul vampires is that a lot of people are never going to trust them. They should deal with that, and accept it.
Coincidentally, just yesterday someone who is an acquaintance to the Max family said Tucker was getting closer with his dad, mom, stepmom and that he was unrecognizable. I hate to fall back on the trope of “the love of a good woman”. That gets especially complicated when women set out to convert an asshole (and…
“My bad behavior is some woman’s fault.”
I read The Game a few years ago. One of my Dude Roommates had it, and was like “read this shit, it will definitely piss you off and also I know you and your sister are obsessed with the VH1 show The Pickup Artist.”
“We all have narcissistic mothers,” he said of himself and Max, as well as Robert Greene.”
Cool stories, bros.