I want a super hot, latino, perfect, wealthy, artsy, intelligent, great sex, funny, loving boyfriend.

I'm tired of being second rate

Because I’m not second rate, I’m definitely not second rate.

I’m “everything you want and more” but why do I seem to be the one that’s always left behind or the one who always has to wait.

I shouldn’t have to wait.

I know my worth and I will get upset when you don’t value me. As a friend, a girlfriend, whatever.

How can you expect anything of me if you cant even fulfill your basic duties and courtesy as human being to human being?

Its been years since I have been this excited for christmas.

(via sloaneee)

Me too.

“This was a sonic experimental trip,” she agrees. “I wanted to play around with electronica, beats, synthesizers and I began to research folk from other countries looking for new influences that allowed me to combine electronics with world sounds, tambourines, clarinets, oriental and Hindu music, dancehall, etc.,? she has said. “You never know the final destination of a creative project, but from the beginning I wanted to make sure that this album had a very strong foundation. I wanted it to be very bass-driven, and to make sure the kicks hit really hard.”

I knew it. I love you Shakira, you still stand as my favorite person ever since the age of 2.

I don’t understand why people limit themselves.

I don’t think anyone realizes that the world is open to them completely.
You can do anything, literally.

I know it sounds like inspirational bullshit you’ve been hearing since Barney but you honestly can.

When you really think about it, there’s nothing stopping you except your opinion on how far you can personally go.


So go out and live life knowing that anything you want is possible.

Imagine how different of a world it would be if everyone did.

I go through phases

with men.

I love you, then I don’t

I like you until someone else comes along

and I’ll miss you until something entertaining distracts me

You know, some might say this is a bad thing, but I love it.

And honestly, there’s no such thing as “true love” so what’s the point of acting like it.

So here’s to being single. To meeting all different kinds of men and not knowing where you’ll go, whether it’s no where, to the bedroom, or down the aisle, each one is a surprise waiting to happen.

The world is like a candy store. Pick your preferred flavor. You can have blonde, artsy, surfer, married, jobless, whatever you desire to fulfill your innermost fantasy.

Here’s to bad first dates, one night stands, or falling in love with the “perfect man”

Here’s to enjoying my youth and having the time of my life.

I love being single, and I don’t know why anyone else wouldn’t.

I don’t need one man to define me and my life. I don’t need a relationship to validate me.

I’m already me and whoever so happens to cross my path is welcome.

Alone is the best way to go.