February 2011
"Any man can love a million girls, but only a real man can love one girl a million ways"
my sweetheart of four years. I love him so. this quote inspired me to post these prom photos from 09’. Cheers to great boyfriends! <3
Kissing is a habit
Fucking is a game.
Boys get the pleasure
Girls get the pain.
He might say he loves you
You might think its true.
But when your belly starts to grow
He’ll say, “the hell with you.”
Six minutes of pleasure
Nine months of pain
Three days in the hospital
And a baby with no name.
The baby is a bastard
The mother is a whore.
And this never would have happened
If the rubber hadn’t tore.
A Few Words About Breasts →
condor.depaul.edu
tetw:
By Nora Ephron
Even though I was outwardly a girl and had many of the trappings generally associated with the field of girldom — a girl’s name, for example, and dresses, my own telephone, an autograph book — I spent the years of my adolescence absolutely certain that I might at any point gum it up. I did not feel at all like a girl. I was boyish. I was athletic, ambitious, outspoken, competitive, noisy, rambunctious. I had scabs on my knees and my socks slid into my loafers and I could throw a football. I wanted desperately not to be that way, not to be a mixture of both things but instead just one, a girl, a definite indisputable girl. As soft and as pink as a nursery. And nothing would do that for me, I felt, but breasts.
I was boyish, too, but I was shy, nerd and not athletic girl.
YO! My Oscar winning performance as The Queen was much better than Colin Firth as a king.
