girlshit:

is this funny because i probably share the same sentiment?

(Source: devydear)

Why don’t guys ever come back?  Because in that one romantic comedy the girl really fucked up and the guy came back.  In that one television of series of twenty-somethings all living together in New York trying to make it in the world, the guy comes back.  And in the Hallmark holiday special, the guys come back too. So am I really that unreasonable to think said man who i just have happened to really fucked over is going to come running back into my life with flowers and a box of chocolates, professing the profundity of his love for me while kissing me in the rain (yes, he can do both simultaneously because he is just that amazing)?  No. I’m not.  Because film production companies are compiled of a bunch of sick bastards and just like to fuck with you that way.

Now i would like to think of myself as a smart young woman who resists the overrated Hollywood cliche of what an acceptable romance is, but I have to say that these romantic comedies are really making it difficult. I mean they are really getting to me.  Why would the film industry, one of the most influential medias of our day, condition us to believe that relationships are somehow going to work out in a happy-go-lucky-nobody-really-gets-hurt-because-in-this-case-women-are’nt-psychotic-bitches-and-men-happen-to-give-shit-about-the-women-they-are-intimately-involved-with world? Are they that cruel? Is there true intent just to torture us into expecting something that is really implausible given certain human characteristics? I’m struggling to find the humanity in this, I really am.  And the way they get us all hooked on these romantic comedies is nearly equal to the strategy used by savvy drug traffickers.  The whole “the first ones on me” so long as you get hooked and come crawling back every week looking for more. Only we have to pay every time we go to the theater. All in effort to make us a feel a little bit more hopeful that one day prince charming of the 21st century is going to come and rescue us from our pathetic, miserable solitude. 

Its not right.  I want them to make a movie where the guy doesn’t come riding back on a victory stallion carrying a bunch of fucking dandelions and his heart on his sleeve.  I want them to make the guy an asshole, and treat the girl (who unfortunately didn’t quite make it as the game changer which would give him the audacity to treat her in such a manor) like shit— via not calling her, not responding to her messages, and overall just neglecting the basic essence of her existence as a human being, you know all that good stuff—just to kill the deception which so unfairly plagues every woman that buys a ticket to the 4:00 pm showing of Crazy, Stupid, Love.  

So, my point is:  He is not going to come back. Stop waiting on your sorry ass, and do something productive with your energetic youth while you still have it.

(via attackattack)

(Source: im1004, via maintain-internal-heights)

wintersdream:

I cannot fathom how people could ever bring themselves to cheat on the person they claim to be in love with. It’s pathetic and there is not a single fucking excuse that could ever make it okay. Your lips. Your hands. On somebody else.

Time doesn’t make it go away or bring forgiveness any closer.

(via youarebeautiful)

attackattack:

coney island // good old war.

i counted twenty-seven birds up there today
i’m thinking that’s why i still love it here