humansofnewyork:

“I’m eighty years old. An eighty-six year old man was just speaking to me in a flirtatious manner, I believe, but his daughter pulled him away.”

"Do you think it matters how many people someone has slept with? No and it particularly bothers me that women are held to a different standard on this than men. Also, it’s such a weird thing to care about. Like imagine if I started eating Cheerios for breakfast, would Cheerios be like, “I’m the 48th cereal you’ve tried eating?! I don’t feel special!” Well then screw you, Cheerios. I can’t go into the past and un-eat all those cereals, but that doesn’t mean I don’t genuinely enjoy your whole-grain crunch."
— John Green (via dishevelment)
mastergood-marta:

cthulhu 

mastergood-marta:

cthulhu