— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via vrban)
If I’m sitting in the park alone, do not randomly come up to me and try to ask me out. All I want to do is sit in the sun and eat my damn sandwich. I’m flattered but I am not into that shit.
It’s been a long day. I don’t know you. You don’t know me. What makes you think I’m going to happily give you my number? How do you not know I’m going to murder you in your sleep? Fucking talk to a girl and win her over. Don’t expect her to give you her number just bc she’s flattered that you think she’s cute.