Ugh, everytime I watch an ad for any kind of dating site I get sick to my stomach.
I am so incredibly tragic at dating it’s amazing I found anyone that would want to spend any amount of time with me, let alone the amount of time that is required to form any kind of relationship.
Art arises from loss. I wish this weren’t the case. I wish that every time I met a new woman and she rocked my world, I was inspired to write my ass off. But that is not what happens. What happens is we lie around in bed eating chocolate and screwing. Art is what happens when things don’t work out, when you’re licking your wounds. Art is, to a larger extent than people would like to think, a productive licking of the wounds.
(Source: boycottcharlie, via peanutsblog)
Pillow Talk is a project aiming to connect long distance lovers. Each person has a pillow for their bed and a ring sensor which they wear to sleep at night. The sensor wirelessly communicates with the other person’s pillow; When one person goes to bed, their lover’s pillow begins to glow softly to indicate their presence. Placing your head on the pillow allows you to hear the real-time heartbeat of your loved one.
(Source: brainsinlove)
Now you’ve gone and made me all emotional, Andrew Lynch.
Bloc Party, This Modern Love
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My turnover rate for crushes is getting a little ridiculous.
Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.
It’s just a little crush you guys.
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Not in the mood hearts.
Things to Stay Away From in Any Relationships…
-You haven’t finished college, and don’t have any plans to finish college.
-You wear sweat-pants to important work functions.
-You work at 7/11 and you’re okay with it.
-You call it, “sexy time.”
-My friends hate you. (The Spice Girls were right about this one.)
-You say things like, “Pee pee,” and “Noodle,” to describe your penis.
-You have a urine fetish.
-You will only have sex with me in one position.
-We have not had sex for a month, and have only been dating for two.
-You think I’m stupid, and below you.
-You are concerned about my weight.
-You listen to Papa Roach.
-You have been to jail.
-You have a tribal tattoo on your neck.
-You want me to shave “down-there” completely bare.
-You don’t like coffee.
-You still live with your mother.
In hindsight, I put up with a lot of shit.
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