Every time I see a short haired woman in a hat, she looks identical to Justin Bieber…
One worded texts make me worried
I dunno why, they just lead me to believe something’s wrong… shit. Overthinking is my job, I’m a woman.
You know they’re all whores, right? All of ‘em. I’m not just talking about the little skanks that hang out around your dorm, or frat, or whatever. But actually every woman you’ve ever known, and every woman you’ll ever meet - Mom, Grandma, Aunt Ellen. The fact that they’re related to us doesn’t make any difference. Cause at the end of the day, given the right set of events, they *will* fuck you over. For the sole reason that they have a vagina, and they can.
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| — | Caleb (‘The Vicious Kind’, 2009) |
