see a penny , pick it up.

Ask me through your blog and I’ll answer privately.

This one summer day, I met this girl that was so different from anyone I had ever seen. She was obnoxiously resolute on the fact that love didn’t exist and that she would become a nun forever. No kidding. 

But she was beautiful, and intelligent, and so persuasive with her words; her mind was a labyrinth I wanted to get lost in, and all her mysteries I wanted to uncover.

And so I simply told myself, “I can fix that.”

Now, I can’t imagine myself without her. I mean she’s more reliable than most of my best friends, and quite simply, I’m in love with her. I’m in love with my girlfriend.

Maybe it’s because she’s driven a total of almost 400 miles back and forth to see me. Maybe it’s because we’re down to talk about anything. Maybe it’s because she’s amazing in bed, like when she pulls me closer and nibbles my finger. Or maybe it’s because, emotionally, she’s the strongest woman I’ve ever met. 

I’ve looked past her history, her scars, and her blemishes. And even through all we’ve been through, I can’t find any reason not to love her.

It took me 114 days of courtship and dedication, but I finally made her mine. We’ve been through a lot. I’ve had to cut through so many layers just to get where I am now, but if I had the choice of doing it all over again, I’d redo it again and again. Trust me, it was worth it. Not only did I learn about her in the process, but I learned a lot about myself as well.

She’s a pain in the ass, but make no mistake about it, folks. She’s my pain in the ass. 

11/11/11.

She came to my door and found this:

with a note that looked like this:

and I hid here:

and while she had that tiny little gun, I had this:

She said yes! (She didn’t have a choice, it was a lose-lose for her.[; )

And then we took cute pictures like this:

11/11/11 Oh yeaah (;

drewtrinnh:

Here’s a couple tips for the guys out there who’ve got their first date. Use the tips how you will. I’m not saying I know girls or anything, but here are just a few rules of thumb.

1. Brush your teeth and take a shower. Seriously. Girls don’t think you smell as amazing as you think you do. They won’t want to kiss you if your breath smells like last night’s casserole. Trust me on this one.
2. Dress up a bit. Don’t go all suit and tie, but show her that you took your time to make a good first impression. It’ll let her know that going out with her was planned, not just a last resort.
3. Do a couple push-ups before you go out. I usually do like twenty to forty. It makes your arms a little bigger and really pumps you up.
4. Tell her she’s amazing. Especially if you think she is. We’re not good at conveying emotions, but this one’s simple. Even if she’s in her sweats and a t-shirt, every girl wants reassurance she isn’t ugly.
5. Let her know you’re having a good time. Do this midway through the date. Once she knows that, there isn’t as much pressure and you both can relax a little.
6. If she’s got a nice body, don’t ask her if she works out. Don’t objectify her by concentrating on her body. In fact, don’t bring up her body parts. It’s just weird. Don’t be a pervert.
7. Be polite. Every girl wants a gentleman. Open her doors, and all that. Show her you’re not a caveman. Apparently, women have this notion that all men do at home is sleep and build fires.
8. Don’t be stingy. If she’s ordering or she wants something, give it to her. Women like to know they’re with someone who’s financially secure.
9. Don’t talk about religion or politics. That’s a no-no.
10. Have fun. Honestly, if you’re having fun, she’ll most likely have fun too. Try not to put too much pressure on her and just be yourself. 

Good luck bro. I doubt you’ll need it. (:

jperalta:

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She.

Finally.

Said.

She.

Loved.

Me.

(:

Where are y’all applying? (:

Shit maaaan.

HOT CHOCOLATE WEATHER.

As if Tinychat or talking on the phone is a better way to ask someone out than Tumblr.

“If I had a faggot stamp, I would stamp you.” 

-_________________________-<^> smfh.

Guess what I’m doing guise…

when you meet a girl and you’re like, “She’s going to be my next girlfriend.”

Maybe one of these days, I’ll find a girl that pushes me to do my best. Maybe I’ll have someone I can complain to, and cuddle with when the weather’s just right. Maybe her nose will wrinkle when she laughs, and maybe I’ll finally find a place to call home. Singing at the top of our lungs, dancing to Jeff Bernat, and holding hands under the covers. A guy can imagine.

Everyone has their moment of weakness. This is mine.

It was just one day when I saw you pass my way and I had to stop and say, 

Hi, my name is Drew. How you doing today, maybe I could get your name?

For some reason I just knew you were her.

And before you went, you said you had a man. I completely understand.

I told myself, “Okay” then I saw you walk away, and I haven’t been the same.

For some reason I was still in love with you.

Can you tell me why in this whole entire world I’m in love with this girl?

Now I will regret each and everything I said cause I know my mind is set.

For some reason I just can’t forget about her.

Can you tell me why in this whole entire world I’m in love with this girl?

Everything we do I just love to be with you even when the day is through.

Maybe we’re just meant to be with each other.

I love the moments we share on the phone. Late at night, when the few stars that appear in a southern Californian sky shine dimly, I imagine that I’m right next to you. Despite the thirty miles that separate us, I listen to the soft voice in my ear, knowing that even if we’re long distance, it still works. We talk about everything, from taking dumps to naming kids and I just love that about you. So thank you for making my stars shine a little brighter. 

Oh the irony.

I try to write my college application essays in a way that shows them who I am. But I honestly don’t know who I am. The difficulty in applying to college doesn’t lie in the deadlines and the grades, but in having to fully understand yourself, delving into your own mind and managing to pull out something substantial. I don’t know who I am because when I search for the reasons to why I like this or why I do that, I simply cannot explain; that is, I don’t have reasons for it. I don’t know who I am anymore. I attribute my success to luck and mediocre work. Nothing in my head makes sense to me, so how do I interpret my thoughts into neat little paragraphs?