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Aug 19

Rainy Days & Awkward Kisses

Considering the fact that it is raining, what more appropriate way to kick off my first official blog post than by writing about every white girls dream: kissing in the rain. More specifically, my first kiss. 

After falling victim to a very unfortunate awkward phase, my braces came off, I discovered a hair straightener, and I stopped shopping at Aeropostale. Boys were actually starting to notice me which was very new and exciting due to the 3 previous years I had spent losing my battle to puberty. So that summer, I was strutting around the fair with my crew like the hot shit I thought I was in my keds and scandalous top (a whole inch of my stomach was showing omg) and we ran into a boy that my friends knew. They introduced me and I tried to play it cool even though shawty was a dime and hella popular.

The next day he asked my friend for my number and we ended up texting for hours, even though half the time I couldn’t understand what he was saying because he had the grammatical knowledge of a hedgehog. And of course, after a week he asked me to be his girlfriend over a heartfelt skype session.

Our first date: his brother’s football game. As my first real date with my first real boyfriend, I was hella nervous. His older brother picked me up in his janky car and we drove for 30 minutes to butt fuck Egypt. Of course, when we arrive at the field it starts to rain. My freshly straightened hair is now a frizzy mess and I am an unexpected participant in a wet t-shirt contest. We buy tickets (I paid for my own because he was a cheap fuckboy) and sit on the bleachers. About a half hour into the game, he asks me to go with him to the snack bar which I knew was code for “let’s go make out”. I knew he was way more experienced than me so I stuck a piece of gum in my mouth really quick and followed him down the bleachers. When we got underneath the bleachers he grabbed my waist and kissed me for what seemed like a century. Now this may sound romantic but trust me, it was not. He was like 2 feet taller than me so my neck was cramping up and it was pouring rain and my make up got all smudged and his mouth tasted like hot dogs and I forgot to spit my gum out so it was just chillin there while we made out. After he pulled away he smiled at me and gave me the most awkward creepy uncle embrace ever. 

BOTTOM LINE: stop romanticizing kissing in the rain because it ain’t cute. 

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I started a blog…???

The weather is shit, I’ve already binge watched every tv show on Netflix, and I cannot online shop anymore due to the fact that I am now a broke college student…so, I’ve decided to join the blogging scene along with all of the other angsty teenagers out there. To be honest, I’m not even sure what I plan to write about on this blog. Probably a clusterfuck of stories ranging from my finest drunk white girl moments to the overly emotional posts about all of the fuckboys in my life. 

Enjoy my blog bitches xoxo