

“*you know what? reality and love are almost contradictory for me. it’s funny. every single of my exes, they’re now married. men go out with me, we break up, and then they get married. later they call me to thank me for teaching them what love is—and that i taught them to care and respect women. i want to kill them! why didn’t they ask me to marry them? i would have said no, but at least they could have asked! but it’s my fault, i know it’s my fault because i never felt it was the right man. never. but what does it mean, the right man? the love of your life? the concept is absurd. the idea that we can only be complete with another person is evil, right?”*


everyone’s so fucking irritating

telling someone the meaning of their favourite flower is gay