holdnothingback: (via ashappyaskings)
“How can you tell when it’s true love?”
I’m not a very sappy person, so I’m probably not going to give you the best answer there is, but here goes; you know it’s true love when you can fart in front of him/her. And you won’t give a damn because he’ll still love you anyway.
“that’s not love. just disgusting.”
Your idea of love is happy dandy little fairy tale happy endings eh? Well good luck in life. If you love someone a fucking lot then you’d be 100% comfortable with him, which means you won’t give a damned shit if he farts in front of you or vice versa.
I’m going to expand on my reply because I’m fucking ticked off.
I’m sick of that stupid romance shit where every little teenage girl thinks love is all about that stupid fairy tale crap and how the perfect boyfriend has a fucking list to follow (like all those groups on facebook called “542 things a guy should know about girls”) which seriously piss me off. If you want a perfect boyfriend why don’t you just write yourself a jackhole novel like Stephenie Fucking Meyer did. This is real fucking life. And if you loved someone then you shouldn’t give a dick about farting in front of them because both of you shouldn’t give a shit about the fart since you’ll still love each other anyway. Me and my boyfriend do that and he even sets me into one of his fart traps and it smells like shit, so I beat him up (not for real of course) and we make fun of each other for like a week after that.
Farts are disgusting, no shit Sherlock. But it’s true fucking love if you can do that comfortably. If you love someone you’ll see yourselves “as one” and you won’t feel the need to hide shit in front of them all the time because he loves you for who you are, and not because you hide your farts or whatnot because that’s not “womanly” and you look like a faggot. So learn to fucking grow up and grow some ball sacks because your ideas of love are making me sick.
Yeah call me a mean “fucking bitch Lucy” all you want, I’m tired of a major part of this community who’s overly sensitive about all kinds of shit so they call people like me (who actually have brains) “mean bitches”. Grow up. I’ve been called a mean bitch by a big lot of the community already so it’s not like I’ll bawl my balls out of my eye sockets if you call me that again.
To anyone who doesn’t think I’m mean (so like, no one), I love you.
Haha oh God I’m gonna get flamed so much for posting this but idfag anymore
I guess sometimes even the truth is a
lieand sometimes forever runs out of time.
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