When you have that fleshy hips and squeezed yourself in skinny ripped jeans, you are not saying, “I’m trendy”, but rather “There wasn’t enough space in them for me.”
When you have that fleshy hips and squeezed yourself in skinny ripped jeans, you are not saying, “I’m trendy”, but rather “There wasn’t enough space in them for me.”
http://www.therichest.com/shocking/the-15-most-mind-blowing-discoveries-of-2016/
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Virginity is not what it used to be in the good old days, our grandmas would say, shaking their heads in a quiet disapproval of the morals of today’s generation. A research by the Durex carried out in 44 countries shows that the average age at which people lose their virginity nowadays is 18, 4 years[1]. In Iceland, they seem to be the most eager to have their cherry popped (15, 6), while the biggest number of late bloomers are to be found in Malaysia, where they have their first…
A week ago, there is this guy who’s hiding behind the nickname of Ryan456, who finds me on a site for freelancer writers, and proposes to pay me 160$ if I deliver a 4000-word story of “adult content”within three days. I say Ok, although I have had zero experience with writing suck kind of shit, but I figure, as I am professional (otr at least I love to think of myself as such!), I can do any writing job for money. The guy sends me instructions about what he is expecting…
When I was 22, I had a very serious intention to marry a gay guy. And it wasn’t just a whim of mine, I actually did have somebody in particular in mind. But things didn’t work out (as if they ever have!). 20 years later, here I am – living alone in my spacious apartment only with my obnoxious cat and five bottles of Irish whisky to keep me company. I could have had a fulfilling life had I shared it with that gay guy I was head-over-heels in love…
Yesterday evening, while my boyfriend and I were Viber-chatting, it suddenly hit me that he never actually calls me by my name. How is that possible that I hadn’t noticed that before?! I mean, yeah, he would probably pronounce my given name if we are in a room full of people, all of whom, no matter their sex, look like me, and he wants to determine my location. Or if he wants to warn me about a coming bus that is about to smear me on the street like…