You know it’s bad when you’re crying at the gym. Memories may fade but pent up feelings always come out at poor timing and at full force…

So there’s a NFL football player named Shaun Cody. I feel like his fans who phonetically search him up on google might accidentally come cum on to a certain site…

I drifted off in class and realized I am infatuated with a combination of 3 guys. Their similarities reminded me of each other, to a point where I’ve seem to picked qualities that I really like from them, but mostly they’re all deep and passionate, and all out of my league and/or orientation.

An ex-neighbor, a tumblrer, and a TA.

After a night of getting wasted, the next morning would be just a cluster of story-telling for laughs and giggles— drunk stories telling amusing events and funny moments of disorientation. One involved a classmate apparently getting angry as a characteristic of his drunk ego, spewing hilarious insults at others. It just makes me wonder the kind I am. I’ve never had enough to concoct stories via blackout. I fear I might turn too overly gay, blowing my closeted cover as I start dry humping the nearest sets of biceps.

- Unknown

My friend contacted me and told me about how “bipolar” she felt, crying one second and then laughing… because she saw something that reminded her of her life. She said at that instant, her life flashed before her. But not her past. Her future. She envisioned how terrible it would be like to see a child die. And she also had a glimpse about holding her first child. I tried to calm her down but it just made me think about my future. About my parents’ trauma if something happened to me. About how I’ll never experience the moment when I’ll first be a dad. I can’t picture it. I can imagine almost any traumatic scenario, yet I can’t foresee any image when I’ll be happy. In a minute, she calmed down saying odd lines like “I love living. I love breathing… If I die now, I’ll be happy I had a taste of life.” I’ve never seen her like this. It’s great she realized this, but now I’m stuck with the curse of empty thoughts and endless tears. Am I living in regret already?

8. Biggest turn off.

Dull or distasteful humor. I think one of the simple joys in life is humor. I’m actually quite silly if I ever get comfortable enough. I like to greet my bed by jumping on it. I make the dirtiest jokes. I dance like a cow that wants to be milked. I photobomb pictures of myself. Haha. And if I ever meet him, I’m sure I’ll be as goofy as ever, but only if he can reciprocate. My biggest turn off then would be someone who couldn’t get my dry humor, or something that talks about ebola… It’s especially irritating when someone uses aggressive demeaning humor that attacks others in attempt to pull off some cheap laughs. Give me some puns to let me know that you are actually thinking about how to make me laugh.

38. My idea of a perfect date.

Watch the sunset with me on top of a mountain, arms in arms. Lay by a bed of water past midnight, and show me which stars are the brightest. Make me feel comfortable enough to drive away any fears I have. And then, maybe, go in the water with me. naked. 

52. What my last text message says.

“Like at 12!” I asked a friend when she’s going to be done with school tomorrow because I’m going back to home for the weekend.