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Boys are adorable. Boys trail off their sentences in an appealing way. Boys bring a knapsack to work. Boys get haircuts from their roommate, who “totally knows how to cut hair.” Boys can pack up their whole life in a duffel bag and move to Brooklyn for a gig if they need to. Boys have “gigs.” Boys are broke. And when they do have money, they spend it on a trip to Colorado to see a music festival. Boys don’t know how to adjust their conversation when they’re talking to their friends or to your parents.

Until I was thirty, I only dated boys, as far as I can tell. I’ll tell you why. Men scared the shit out of me.

Men know what they want. Men make concrete plans. Men own alarm clocks. Men sleep on a mattress that isn’t on the floor. Men tip generously. Men buy new shampoo instead of adding water to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo. Men go to the dentist. Men make reservations. Men go in for a kiss without giving you some long preamble about how they’re thinking of kissing you… Men know what they want and they don’t let you in on their inner monologue, and that is scary.

—   Mindy Kaling on boys vs. men- Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me (via wordsthat-speak)
"July 20th 4:01 a.m-
So the sun is about to come up soon and I know I’m not getting a good morning message from you. I stayed up all night remembering those seductive messages and sweet thoughts. I’m too lazy to romanticize this goodbye with pretty words and trailing ellipses. I waited a year to say this goodbye, I waited this year hoping that you’d come back. I guess you’re too busy with better people and a brighter world. They all said to “just say goodbye.” They never knew that it wasn’t that easy. I know you’ve moved on, so I’m sorry for holding on to little pieces of you to keep what we had alive. I’m greedy I suppose. Now; here I am, giving back everything. Deleting messages and waiting for a sunrise. For now, this will be the last thing I write to you. I know I’ll miss you for a long time. I guess it’s about time I leave our memories behind. I hope they all see the brilliant parts of you, I hope they realize what a gift you are. We never forget our first love, but our first love isn’t our only. I’m so fucking thankful to have had you in my life. Yet, this is it. This is my goodbye. If you ever wonder about me, I’ll finally be doing okay.
Thank you for showing me love.
Thank you for showing me pain.
I don’t need you anymore.
Goodbye.
-July 20th 4:32 a.m”
— The Final Goodbye (via actuates)
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