I really don’t understand chance sometimes. I’m not sure if you can call “meeting someone adorable who you click with and who is predictably moving away in a week via a social media app” “chance” though. Am I responsible for this?

Either way I feel there’s a reason for everything, but I’m not sure what the reason for this was. Maybe it’s to set a good, high standard for men I date?

enemaroberts:

when people complain that nobody reblogs their selfies

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GUYS ON GRINDR BE LIKE

gaysofhouston:

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"i was hoping you could help me solve the mystery of the horny beast."

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i feel happy when you look at me, because then i know for one split second, i was on your mind.
need. (via 18kid)

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