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About once maybe twice a month, a guy will tell me i’m cute or pretty. i don’t believe it (unless it comes from josh w.). People never reblog pics of me. I rarely get more than 10 likes on insta. most of all, the only time i’m told i’m pretty is right before or after i get fucked (take that how you want). one thing i noticed recently is my dad nor my brother has ever looked at me and said i’m beautiful. might be a big reason i don’t believe guys when they tell me know. i already know my husband is going to have to tell me i’m beautiful at least once a day. I think guys assume i get told i’m pretty all the time and if they tell me, they will just be blowing my head up or something. i really hate when a guy is surprised that i don’t think i’m that pretty. if you’re never told, how can you real believe it? if you believe 2+2=6 and no one told you any different, how would you know you were wrong? 

  • Everyone at my school's idea of a relationship:

    Someone asks someone "Will you go out with me?" and the other person says yes. They hug in the hallways, hold hands in the morning before the bell rings, and they kiss at lunch. They say "I love you" after two days. The whole school agrees that they are the cutest couple ever and hopes that they will last.

  • My idea of a relationship:

    You start talking to each other and is in the "talking stage". One person asks you to go a date with them. You guys go a few more dates. You guys are dating. You guys act like a couple. You hug, you hold hands, you kiss. One person asks you to be their boyfriend/girlfriend. You guys are now officially a couple. You're in one of those relationships where you don't announce it to the whole world but you won't deny it if someone asked. You guys are comfortable around each other, you hang out outside of school. You say "I love you" when the time is right and when you actually mean it.

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