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Bonne chance, Motherfucker.

I got a message from this dude on FetLife who tried to chat me up right after he wrote a post about how ~*~nice guys always finish last~*~ and how you can get further with a girl by calling her a bitch than by opening a door for her, and some bullshit? So I’m doing my civic duty and sending him a quick note back to let him know that my plate’s full right now, but I saw his post and he might want to check out this video re: Nice Guys.

I’m trying to be super nice about it because I don’t want him to brush it off, but if he messages me back and is a dick about it, I honestly don’t know what else to say other than “Bonne chance, Motherfucker.”

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You’re not needy. You’re starving. You certainly do not want for too much. These things you crave are all entirely normal, natural, its-your-birth-right, your-parents-probably-didn’t-give-you-enough things. So you’re starving. That’s okay. You can begin there. Begin bit by bit, or bite by bite. Begin by renaming this ‘neediness’ with a more accurate term: hunger. Begin by asking for what you want. Begin by honoring your hunger. By feeding yourself. Begin by receiving the cravings with kindness, instead of shame. This hunger of yours. It’s so wise. You’re not needy. You’re simply starving.
Rachel W. Cole (via internal-acceptance-movement)

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