Every song you have ever loved and every song you have ever hated.
THIS. WAS. EVERYTHING. LITERALLY.
ALL THE AWARDS.
Lucky - Brittany Spears
Love Story - Taylor Swift
I’m Yours - Jason Mraz
Super Bass - Nicki Minaj
My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion
I Want It That Way - Backstreet Boys
Escape - Enrique Iglesias
Paparazzi - Lady Gaga
Hot & Cold - Katy Pery
The Boy Is Mine - Brandy & Monica
It’s Ok If It’s In a 3-Way - Justin Timberlake, Andy Samberg, Lady Gaga
Whatchu Say - Jason De Rulo
Baby - Justin Beiber
You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift
Take On Me - A-Ha
Jar of Hearts - Christine Peri
Torn - Natalie Imbruglia
Love the Way you Lie - Eminem Ft. Rihanna
Skyscrape - Demi Levato
Poker Face - Lady Gaga
3 AM - Matchbox 20
Airplane - B.o.B ft. Haylie Williams
Let It Be- THe Beatles
Party Rock Anthem - LFMAO
Don’t Stop Believing - Journey
She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5
Someone Like You - Adele
It’s All Coming Back To Me Now - Celine Dion
Apologize - One Republic
No Scrubs - TLC
Forget You - Cee Lo Green
Landslide - Fleetwood Mac
Who’s that Lady - Isley Brothers
All I Wanna Do -Sheryl Crow
Friday - Rebecca Black
Last Friday Night - Katy Perry
HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AMAZING
I’ve waited for this to come back onto my dash for a long time.
GIVE THIS GIRL AN AWARD.
Thus proving ridiculous amounts of songs use the same chord progression as the Pachelbel canon. XD
BLOODY AMAZING HOLY SHIT
This is how kids reacted when they were shown same-sex marriage proposal videos. Kids these days.
"how will we explain homosexuality to our children" I think maybe they should explain it to you
"You are not broken. You do not need to be fixed."
courtney is literally so goddamn inspirational
Look around your college classroom, spot the virgins.
See, this seems like a game until you skip over the girl with a short skirt and hair in front of her eyes because you heard last summer that she slept with like nineteen guys. You can’t see her hands, but they’re under the table, pulling a rosary through her fingers as she tries to wash the sin off her. She’s only ever kissed three people in her whole life and they’re all girls. She turned down the wrong guy and he told everyone she’s “a whore.” The label “slut” stuck to the bottom of her shoe and swallowed her up.
But that quiet girl who is always reading probably never touched someone else’s penis, you figure, because you don’t know that she goes home and strips down and pulls on tight black leather, you don’t know she’s got a set of whips that could make any set of knees quiver, you don’t know because she’s proud of what she does but she’s not stupid enough to let anyone know about it. She’s sexy, just not here, not where people judge.
See, the truth is: you have no idea who has lost their virginity, because it doesn’t change you. It doesn’t give you some kind of glow or superpower or stamp on your forehead. You know the feeling of waking up on your birthday and thinking “I don’t feel any older whatsoever”? That’s what maybe they’re all so afraid of you finding out: sex doesn’t change you. Sex doesn’t make you an animal, sex doesn’t suddenly make your relationship a million times more stable or intimate or romantic - it can’t fix what’s broken, although it can make the pain go away for a bit. Sex doesn’t really occur with eighty tea lights and a thick white rug. Sex is ugly and loud and frequently awkward, sex is excellent and breathtaking and when you wake up the next morning, you’re the exact same person. There’s not some magical connection with the person in bed beside you. Believe it or not, pregnancy isn’t some kind of punishment - but practice safe sex, get tested, don’t spread your germs around. They want to tell you, “Sex can ruin you” and I’ve heard that a lot as a little girl, that some boy would join me under my sheets and then dump me four days after, used, unhappy.
But I figured out that I’m not a fucking toy. Letting someone have sex with me is not letting them “use” me, because I’m not an object. My father said the issue lay in the fact “Men are insecure and need to know that they’re the best you ever had,” but I think that’s a steaming crock of absolute-wrong and if I didn’t tell the people I’m with how many others I’d slept beside, there would be literally no way for them to know my number, because I don’t rust, I don’t wear out, I don’t get bruised. I’m not a wilting fruit, I don’t go rotten.
But here’s the thing: some people connect sex and emotion. I don’t personally because I am probably secretly an ice storm in disguise, but I still respect my partner’s desires. If they’re the type to want love and sex to coincide, I let them. I don’t make fun, I don’t pull one-night-stands or friends-with-benefits, because it’s not their “reputation” I’m afraid for: it’s their heart I’m defending.
Here’s the thing: Instead of worrying about people’s “purity” and how it defines them as a person, worry instead about how you can protect other people’s emotions.
Because here’s the thing: look around your room and spot the virgins. Look harder. You can’t tell. Sex doesn’t alter people, it doesn’t make them act in a certain way nor dress in a certain manner. Sex and personality have nothing to do with each other. There’s a reason that virginity doesn’t show on someone’s face: because having sex doesn’t cause you to change.
Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a diferent college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.