Avengers (that includes any of the individual characters movies)
Batman
Star Trek
Star Wars
And pretty much anything that’s action or targeted to guys
A guy friend of mine today said it was weird that my friend had all the X-Men movies because she was a girl. Needless to say we almost threw him out of the car. So I would like to prove to him that just because we have vaginas that doesn’t impair us from enjoying an action film.
They don’t jump 36 feet into the sky do you know how terrifying that would be the human race wouldn’t have survived because we’d have all had heart attacks while still in Africa
I just spent two minutes laughing harder at this than I probably should have.
I kind of sort of definitely like you a lot more than I planned. When I first met you….it wasn’t that I *hated* you, or anything, but I definitely wasn’t a huge fan. I don’t even know why it changed, or exactly when. I just know that now I am attacked by butterflies every time you touch me and I want to run around screaming when you say my name and I like you so much I want to hit something.
That came out more violent than I had planned on sounding.
The cold reality: The odds are not in my favor. You are so funny and so talented, and I’m just this girl in her early twenties who desperately wants you to ask me out. I sometimes wish that if you weren’t interested you would just cut off contact completely— stop reassuring me about myself, or laughing at my jokes, or teasing me with stupid nicknames. Could you just stop? Because every time you do these little things the hope in my heart grows a little more. And it’s not going to happen. I know that.
You’re not leading me on. You haven’t asked me out, or even asked for my number. You have done nothing forward or that denotes any relationship other than friendship. It’s all in my head, I know that. It’s just that I can’t stop smiling when I think about you, and I’m completely twitterpated, and, you know, the usual.
Saying goodbye to you is going to be so hard. I hope it’s difficult for you too. I hope you miss me when I’m gone.
Exactly! It’s not bad when you’re just not that interested in anyone, or just lightly crushing. But when everything he does makes want to run around and scream and kiss him…..knowing that the odds are not in my favor, knowing that he’ll end up with some beautiful girl that isn’t me….it sucks.
I’m stuck between wanting to be an adult, accomplishing a lot, and contributing a lot to society and lying on my floor, ignoring my responsibilities, and crying to sad songs alone in my room.
