You’re single because you’re single. It’s not because you texted too much or too little or waited 33 minutes to respond because he took 23. It’s not because you met up with your ex that night at 5 a.m. that no one knows about, or because you kissed another boy after a date with a loser.
You’re not single because you spit food on that date or tripped coming out the the movie theatre. You’re not single because you hurt your first boyfriend really badly when you were 15 or because you have yet, to this day, to apologize. It’s not because you were secretly jealous when your friend got a boyfriend or that a guy you dated for two months now has a really cute girlfriend and looks really happy. And you’re happy for him. But still ill that he found someone before you.
You’re not single because you slept with your ex boyfriend. You’re not single because half the world found out when you didn’t even want to remember it yourself. You’re not single because you think the guy your friend wants to hook you up with is ugly or not tall enough. It’s not because you’re not willing to put up with someone who doesn’t brush their teeth on a regular basis.
You’re not single because your standards are too high. Good for you for having standards. It’s not because you didn’t like that really, really good guy who wanted to take you on a date and you just weren’t feeling it. And it’s not because you like to wear pajama pants as soon as you get home and wash all the makeup off your face. You’re not single because you didn’t learn enough from the past or would rather chill on a Friday night with your blanket and a cold beer than shower, get ready, and go out. You’re not single because something is wrong with you.
You are single because you are single. It’s really as simple as that. You haven’t made the connection with another heart yet. You can get dolled up, dress cute, cut your hair, dye your hair, tweeze your eyebrows, put on lipstick and you may still. be. single. You can go out to a bar hoping to meet the love of your life and not find a damn one in the place attractive. And it’s going to remain that way until it’s time for you to find one. Stop hoping for it. Start living the life that you do have instead of wishing for things that you don’t have. There will come a time you’ll meet a boy and you’ll have to give up some of this single freedom you currently have. Start being more thankful. Start doing that now.
Adopted her today, she has only one but its a gem
f you dont reblog this I’m judging you
Honestly one of the most beautiful cats i’ve ever seen
Are you missing the giant fucking scar on its face???
Just because she has a scar doesn’t mean she’s not pretty. In fact, I think she’s beautiful. Her fur looks so soft and floofy!
99% of cats have soft and fluffy fur, the only reason you’re calling this cat beautiful is because it has a giant scar on its face. If it had both eyes this picture would have 22 notes and nobody would give a shit. Stop calling it beautiful. It’s not, and it doesn’t matter because it’s a cat and it doesn’t understand English.
It’s badass looking but it’s not the most beautiful cat in the world. Stop making everything about beauty. It doesn’t matter if the cat is beautiful. Is it a nice cat? Is it housebroken? Does it play well with children? What are its political views? These are all things that are exponentially more important than “Is it beautiful?”.
You people will go to such great lengths to call every empty playground and dead leaf and disabled cat beautiful to make your blogs look more accepting and worldly but the truth is you wouldn’t give a shit if it wasn’t to make you feel good about yourself.
This is honestly the best gif ever. I’m going to reblog this twice.
Forever reblog, lol. I can’t stop laughing.