You sit there and they tell you exactly what they want, and you look at them in that “Are you fucking kidding me?” way and they throw their cutest face on and you just sit the fuck down and let them win. Always saying we refuse to be held down but there you are, willingly sitting down.
The type who aren’t quick to judge. You can vent to them, and labeling you will be the last thing on their mind. They don’t believe rumors because they know there are two sides to every story. They give you chance, before they judge you. They get to know who you really are, then have an opinion. I like those type of people, real people.
I am a guy, and I am very jealous of girls. Because, girls can hug, kiss and cuddle with each other without fear of being called as gay or lesbians. Girls share stories better with other girlfriends compared to guys who would rarely give a fuck of each others problems. Girls can gossip around and look cute and beautiful, rather than being dull, like most trying-to-look-macho guys. But then, I remembered that females get heartbroken real easily, fragile, weak, works a lot at home, get pregnant, get period pains and lots more problems than most men. And that’s the reason why boys exist. We exist to protect you girls out there, and its a shame that its hard to find a good guy nowadays. And I’m proud being a guy. Someday I’ll treat my wife better than a queen
“I have a best friend of the opposite sex, and they mean the whole world to me. We’re not dating and yes, we do laugh together, that isn’t flirting, it’s called a joke. I can tell them secrets and they will keep them. I can trust them with my life and they make me smile on a daily basis”—facebook. (via brokenemotions)
“Because you know me right? You know me so well. You know everything about me, my influences, what hurts me, what helps me, what haunts me, you know it all right? You know what I’ve been through, going through and will go through don’t you? You know all my choices and the reasons as to why I made them, right? Listen, think what you want when you come and mouth off about how ridiculous, or stupid, or slutty or dumb or ugly or whatever else you want to call me, but remember that you don’t know half the story, and I doubt when you’re pointing the finger, your own slate is clean, is it?”—I knew you were going to say that. (via sothenshe)