you ever see girls that are so pretty that you don’t know what to do with yourself
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i made a pretty girl laugh w/a silly joke and i got so flustered that i apologized
this pretty girl told me my hair was cute and touched it briefly and I couldn’t form full sentences for a solid 10 minutes.
at a football game a pretty girl told me i was cute and she also called me kiddo and i couldnt play my instrument right for the rest of the night
every girl I see is pretty, I am in a constant state of paralysis
this pretty girl offered to teach me how to longboard and when she was teaching me how to balance she put her hands on my hips and I felt my soul leave my body
one time a pretty girl called me “gorgeous” and I was so shocked and flustered that I literally cried right in front of her
today a pretty girl walked me out of class and i was surprised when she kept walking even though we reached her bus stop and i asked her where she was heading and she said “oh i just wanted to walk you to wherever you’re going” and we both blushed
at work this summer there was a pretty girl who came in multiple times a week and every single day she showed up I would lose the ability to form coherent sentences for at least ten minutes
A pretty cashier at the campus store told me I was pretty and I got so flustered that when I went back to my room I had to lay down for half an hour and my roommate was starting to get concerned.
One time I was at American Eagle waiting for my cousin and this girl pretty girl asked me if I needed help with anything but my brain forgot how to form coherent words and some words came out in English others in Spanish so I ended up giving her two thumbs up and walking away. But then when I was looking at a pair of jeans she walked by and said “pantalones” which means pants in Spanish and I turned red as a freaking tomato I swear she was laughing when she passed by.
Lmfao this is the cutest, I’ve never been this flustered with anyone but you, there was something so incredibly different about you that I can’t shake.
I need a girl to give me her hoodie and over sized sweatpants, let me play with her hair and try different makeup styles on her even if she hates makeup. I need a girl who’ll watch scary movies with me and let me squeeze her hand as tight as I need to, and a girl who’ll motivate me to get out of bed at 4am just so she can satisfy her craving for Taco Bell. I need a girl who’ll brush their teeth next to me in the morning and watch my favorite shows with me even if she can’t stand them. I need a girl who’ll let me cuddle and lay on top of her and fall asleep while she runs her fingers up and down my arms or trace little shapes on my back with her fingers. I need a girl who’ll be head over heels for me and any girl who looks my way, she’ll feel safe knowing I have the same love invested in her, as she does in me. I just need a girl who’ll stay and put up with my craziness, and let me bite her shoulder or put my head up her shirt, or even lick her face when things start getting heated just to piss her off. I need a girl who’ll take all my flaws and rearrange them in her head to make me out as someone perfect to her, and I need a girl who knows I’d do the exact same for her.
I need a girl to give me her hoodie and over sized sweatpants, let me play with her hair and try different makeup styles on her even if she hates makeup. I need a girl who’ll watch scary movies with me and let me squeeze her hand as tight as I need to, and a girl who’ll motivate me to get out of bed at 4am just so she can satisfy her craving for Taco Bell. I need a girl who’ll brush their teeth next to me in the morning and watch my favorite shows with me even if she can’t stand them. I need a girl who’ll let me cuddle and lay on top of her and fall asleep while she runs her fingers up and down my arms or trace little shapes on my back with her fingers. I need a girl who’ll be head over heels for me and any girl who looks my way, she’ll feel safe knowing I have the same love invested in her, as she does in me. I just need a girl who’ll stay and put up with my craziness, and let me bite her shoulder or put my head up her shirt, or even lick her face when things start getting heated just to piss her off. I need a girl who’ll take all my flaws and rearrange them in her head to make me out as someone perfect to her, and I need a girl who knows I’d do the exact same for her.
Date the girl whose hair is a mess and steals your t-shirts and kisses you in front of boys who look at her admiringly. Date the girl who wants to dance in the rain with you and make tea for you and make you laugh so hard you snort tea out your nose. Date the girl who cares so much that she can tell something is wrong just by looking at you. Date the girl who will wrap her arms around you for no reason and pay attention when you talk about the things you love, even if she doesn’t love them herself. Date the girl who looks like a lazy sunday afternoon instead of a saturday night. Yeah. Just date that girl.
Date that Girl, Nikita Gill.
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How does anyone hate kids they are so funny I sold tickets to incredibles to this little girl and her mom and she’s like mom are we sitting next to each other and the moms like ya and the kid screamed YES so loud it broke my ears
The other day I was bringing an older gentleman up the hill in a golf cart and we drove past this huge YMCA group of kids like 100 kids
and driving past the first chunk like 10 of them yelled out “let me on” in unison and then since I’m driving so slowly to be safe, halfway in some kid leaned up and said “do you play fortnite” and I told him I played a little and he just pointed and shouted “THIS GUY PLAYS FORTNITE” and then like 20 kids started talking to me all at once about fortnite
A kid asked me if I lived in the ambulance. I said yes.
The hero we deserve
When I was on register at Kohl’s a little girl came through with her grandma and she was so very excited to tell me the meaning of her name (I think it was like warrior of god) and she begged her grandma for her phone so she could google to find out what my name means too
i wear two spinner rings on one finger and one time at my last job a young girl (probably 6-8) said “your ring is very pretty” and when i showed her it was two rings she GASPED and said “does that mean you’re marrying two people?!”
I have this necklace with a mermaid on it that I wear to work a lot and I got asked by a kid if it gave me magic powers. I leaned in real close and told her in a low voice it gave me magical girl powers but it was a secret. She got this real serious look on her face and said to her mom “that lady has superpowers, don’t tell anyone or the government will take her away”.
The other day i had to give a speech at my school despite my horrific fear of public speaking and afterwards i had kid come up to me and say well done to me. It was so cute.
god I love tiny kids
there was a kid in one of our science camps and he spent the whole week in a lab coat and goggles screaming “CHEMICALS” at the top of his lungs. he wouldn’t even tell us his name for the first two days just screamed CHEMICALS instead.
I was watching these kids at church today and one of them screamed and threw a toy car into the wall and it broke and the other one looked over calmly and said “does your insurance cover that?”
I was taking the drink order for a family at work and I asked their kid what he wanted to drink and he just looked at me with a completely deadpan expression and said “vodka” and me and the parents just fucking lost it
kid I used to babysit asked why my lips were different (she was two), and when I told her that it was because I was wearing lipstick, she yelled, “MAYA, I WANT LIPITZ.”
I work in a school and every time I draw anything on the board (I am a terrible artist and usually resort to stick men), the kids will all go ‘I love your picture, that’s a great drawing Miss’. So blindly supportive.
One time my younger brother ordered a “non-alcoholic fanta” at a hotel bar and the bartender lost his shit and I was never the same man
When I was student teaching, I was taking my fourth graders back from lunch and noticed one little girl looking longingly at the playground, where the younger kids were having recess. She heaved a big sigh and said, “I used to be that free.”
My baby brother went to a pub with my mom when he was like 9 and because it was a ‘grown up event’ he wore this little Tweed suit and when the bartender offered to get my mom a drink he glanced over at my brother and said sort of jokingly “Sorry, not for kids” and without missing a beat my bro pulls this offended look and goes “I’m a little person” and the poor man had to do a double-take
Hahaha this is kids summed up 🤣but like.. also bratty and the screaming… 🤷 I see why people hate them, but also why people love them, definitely depends on the kid 😜
kissing a girl is soft. her lips smooth, falling open at the brush of your tongue, welcoming you, making you feel just right.
kissing a girl is hot. the little, breathy sounds she makes as you back her up against the wall, grasping her hips as you suck on her bottom lip
kissing a girl is desperate. teeth tugging at her lip, fingers twined into her hair and clenching into a fist as you sloppily lick into her mouth. you can’t get enough
kissing a girl is tender. a barely there press of your lips against hers. shifting from the corner of her mouth to the centre and then focusing on the rest of her face, tiny pecks everywhere, worshipping her, because that’s what she deserves.
You’re the type of girl I’d love to wake up to. Your sleepy eyes, messy hair, tangled up in a blanket. I’ll push my worries aside like the sun pushes out the darkness, all warmth. Nothing but sunshine and your sweet voice. I’d love to pull you closer every morning.
You’re the type of girl that I’d love to come home to every night. I’ll spend my days at work distracted by thoughts of you, my mind cluttered with nothing but images of your lovely smile. When I finally walk in the house and take my shoes off, I can snuggle up next to you while you tell me every aspect of your day. We can cook dinner and I’ll annoy the hell out of you by standing over your shoulder and commenting on everything you do, as always, and you’ll act bothered but I’ll tell some lame jokes like I always do. We’ll laugh, we’ll eat, we’ll bullshit together until we go to sleep and once again I’ll be tangled up in you.
You’re the type of girl who I’d love to stay with. We can have thoughts of a future and share them together. We can adopt a dog or 7 like the typical lesbian couple and name them all after league of legends champions. We can keep a half carved canoe in the living room since that’s apparently what all lesbians do. We can dream together, laugh together, cry together, succeed.
And if tomorrow you wake up and you’re not feeling the same, you can come to me in confidence and we can work on anything we need to together. I just need you to stay.So if you ever pack your bags, it looks like I’m coming too. I couldn’t ever give up on a girl like you. Are you gunna stay? I sure hope so. But there’s just one thing that I really have to know.
ARE YOU TEXTING OTHER BITCHES YES OR NO
i am holding hands with a girl at the pet store. i love how her voice changes when she speaks to different animals. round and bubbly for the angelfish, high and breathy for the calico kittens, sonorous and slithery for the python. she loves them all, even the great hairy tarantula that makes me cringe.
i am holding hands with this girl whose halo of hair glows banana yellow under the heat lamps in the reptile section, who offers her index finger to teething kittens. she asks “can’t we have one?” in the voice she uses for only me. a voice i can’t describe without using her name, but i imagine joan of arc heard something similar the day she picked up a sword. she is still holding my hand, and i feel like i’d sink into cartoon quicksand if i let go. so i don’t.
“are you two… together?”
this is not unfamiliar, but the woman’s voice, the voice she has chosen, is angrily acidic. this woman has laced her tone with arsenic, without even a passive aggressive teaspoon of sugar to hide her poison. she inhales, puffing herself up like a frightened lizard before her final words.
“there are children here, you know.”
in the future, i think of a thousand things to say. we were children too. two girls holding hands after school. two girls holding hands at the movie theatre, two girls in a booth at tony’s pizza, two girls sharing awkward first kisses after two solo cups of wine in someone else’s backyard. two girls holding kittens at a pet store on a saturday afternoon.
i know now that they see us through funhouse mirrors: distorted, disturbed, our monstrous bodies taking too much space, spoiling innocent spaces with our imposing sexualities. our innocence never ours to begin with.
even with this, there is nowhere i would rather be than holding hands with her in a pet store, with her voice like rain on a hot day, her peach lips blowing kisses for fish, her grip tightening as if to say “i dare you to take this away from me.”
This is so beautiful
You’re the type of girl I’d love to wake up to. Your sleepy eyes, messy hair, tangled up in a blanket. I’ll push my worries aside like the sun pushes out the darkness, all warmth. Nothing but sunshine and your sweet voice. I’d love to pull you closer every morning.
You’re the type of girl that I’d love to come home to every night. I’ll spend my days at work distracted by thoughts of you, my mind cluttered with nothing but images of your lovely smile. When I finally walk in the house and take my shoes off, I can snuggle up next to you while you tell me every aspect of your day. We can cook dinner and I’ll annoy the hell out of you by standing over your shoulder and commenting on everything you do, as always, and you’ll act bothered but I’ll tell some lame jokes like I always do. We’ll laugh, we’ll eat, we’ll bullshit together until we go to sleep and once again I’ll be tangled up in you.
You’re the type of girl who I’d love to stay with. We can have thoughts of a future and share them together. We can adopt a dog or 7 like the typical lesbian couple and name them all after league of legends champions. We can keep a half carved canoe in the living room since that’s apparently what all lesbians do. We can dream together, laugh together, cry together, succeed.
And if tomorrow you wake up and you’re not feeling the same, you can come to me in confidence and we can work on anything we need to together. I just need you to stay.So if you ever pack your bags, it looks like I’m coming too. I couldn’t ever give up on a girl like you. Are you gunna stay? I sure hope so. But there’s just one thing that I really have to know.
ARE YOU TEXTING OTHER BITCHES YES OR NO