who cares if school doesn’t teach us how to raise a family or get a job like at least I can find the area of a triangle.
how to boys
foie:
- greet
- chat
- chat
- chat
- joke
- joke
- joke
- joke
- compliment appearance
- compliment personality
- flirt
- flirt
- flirt
- hug
- hug
- hug
- hug
- hug
- hug
- amorous hug
- amorous hug
- first kiss
- kiss
- kiss
- kiss
- make out
- make out
- make out
- make out
- woo-hoo
- woo-hoo
- woo-hoo
- propose
it took me a good 20 seconds of reading to get this was a sims reference
- Parents: Don't forget to make us proud
- Friends: Don't forget to socialize
- Teachers: Don't forget to get A's
- Strangers: Don't forget to blend in
- Opposite sex: Don't forget to look good
- Society: Don't forget to be perfect
- Tumblr: Fuck the world, they're peasants. At least you haven't murdered somebody today
- Tumblr: But just in case you want to get away with it, here are some tips.
We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia.
if i die my funerals gonna be the biggest fucken party and you’re all invited
if
great, the only party ive ever been invited to and he might not even die
keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
like really, very close
intimately close
so close that you can feel your enemies breath on your neck
and you shiver with hatred and… anticipation?
turn around and look deep into your enemies eyes, letting your gaze drag down to their lips, your eyes intense with desire. push your enemies up against the wall.
make out with your enemies.
your friends, who are still close, are super uncomfortable and kinda grossed out
