Underachieving overachiever named Elizabeth.


Kill the idea that naivety is an unforgivable flaw but cynicism is just wisdom, murder it, chop it up and serve it for dinner, I don’t care, just end this bullshit idea that it’s better to hate than to love and better to rot in miserable bitter resignation than to hope for the best.

(via femalexprotagonist)

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- bill clinton (via jeffreyeugenides)

(Source: lalondes, via adventuresiniron)


She has had sex with people that she was in a relationship with. Slut.

She’s single and has sex with other people who are single. Slut.

She likes making out at parties. Slut.

She’s prettier and more outgoing than me. sLUT OBVIOUSLY.

Fuck off.

I’m pissed and I have no outlet

I like how a lot of people I know act like they’re all for women doing as they please with their body and fucking who they want.

In theory.

But when a real situation comes up the bitterness comes out.

I’m not getting laid but I’m also not calling other girls sluts for having fucked 5 dudes over several years.

It’s getting old quick and you do a terrible job hiding it.

Stop getting pissed that I can make friends.


I’ve done marvelously on my own. I’ve even become a bit outgoing, though I’m still reserved.

I’m not the shy girl in the corner staring at her phone anymore.

It’s hard to be able to say that I’m still content by myself when a quiet mister shares smiles with me, remembers that my heart swells when people call me by my full name, and leaves me with his scent on my pillow.

But things like that fade quickly. I don’t know him and he doesn’t know how sad I get.

I’ll just keep having fun and keep the conversation and expectations to a minimum. Nobody gets upset over that.