I wish I could cancel my date tonight.
I hate social obligations that I get myself into. I just want to play my video game and not out on pants.
Why do some guys always feel the need to comment on what I choose to do with my body?
"I’m gonna cut my hair off."
“Oh my gossssh, noooooo, don’t do it.”
"I’m getting my septum pierced this weekend"
“Ok Sara, don’t get your septum pierced. Trust me.”
Are you fucking me? No.
Are you feeding me? No.
Are you financing me? No.
Your opinion does not matter and I DO NOT want it.
♕ Dragons always preferred to attack from above, Dany had learned. Should either get between the other and the sun, he would fold his wings and dive screaming, and they would tumble from the sky locked together in a tangled scaly ball, jaws snapping and tails lashing. The first time they had done it, she feared that they meant to kill each other, but it was only sport.