Instead of looking for something really profound to post or say for this 10,000th tumblr post, here’s a classic from the Annie Hinton MS paint gallery (on loan from the artist).
interstellar perversion
Annie. 27. Female. Chicago. Disorganized. My favorite food is candy. I will probably never die.
I sell jewelry on Etsy, you can find it here!.
Want to ask me a question? You can, right here!
To e-mail this female:
anniehinton(at)gmail(dot)com
The Label
I feel like one of the biggest relationship issues for people is all about the label. Which admittedly, I’ve had trouble with before. Are we dating? Are we boyfriend and girlfriend? Are we seeing each other? Hooking up? Doing the horizontal mambo? Platonically doing it but not talking about it?
Basically I’ve realized it comes down to this - if you communicate what you want out of another person (monogamy, open relationship, friendship) and you agree on THAT term, the other terms don’t matter.
You could call someone your husband, and he could cheat on you tomorrow. You can call someone your boyfriend and he could say, “I’d like to see other people” after four months. The label doesn’t matter, it’s the communication and agreement of what you mean to them and what they mean to you. Don’t get hung up on the label.
Gif as in Gift or Gif as in Jif
No matter what you think, you dumb fuckers are going to spoil all of Arrested Development with Spoiler-GIFs before all of us have time to watch the new episodes while we’re living our actual lives outside of Netflix for once.
