fitrifarina.
I procrastinate. I take photographs. I draw. I dream big.

I'm feeling very anti-men right now. Or shall I call them boys. They are cutesy little wood-land creatures who bites you but yet you still love them. They are what they call themselves "men", who fishes, camps and braves the storm to get what they want. They can squeeze out of those little tight spots like cockroaches. They have egos the size of jupiter, telling their woman that they are strong and almighty. They make certain girls weak in the knees. They would cross the atlantic ocean for the girl they love but yet can still dump them like hot potatoes when its time. They find you in that moment of weakness and sweep you off your feet.

I am what i call semi-feminist. I can take care myself and I dont need them to support myself finacially, However, its nice sometimes to be taken care of and being lavished at, to know that im worth it. Im not talking about extravagant stuff. Little little things like picnic at the park handled by the-other-person would be so much appreciated by me. What about extra special days like anniversaries? Do I sit down at let him handle it knowing that he's doing nothing about it or should I take over and plan it and feel like Im the only person in the relationship who cares about this shit?

I'm through with doubt7:03 AM