She’s interested in a book or a movie that you just so happen to own? Let her borrow it. She’s cold? Offer up your jacket.
Excuse me, but all you pitchfork-wielding pseudo-intellectuals can take a step back because aren’t you coming to see this movie for the same exact reasons they are?
There is a double standard here that makes a woman feel like any pleasure she can give herself or any knowledge she should have about her own body is wrong and worse, she feels like she could be punished for it.
You are good enough, babe, you’re perfect. He’s the asshole.
You want to know the secret about how to change your life? You get out and do stuff.
Okay, all of the 1D boys are pretty darn fine, but while Harry is the “my left elbow is prettier than your whole face” kind of hot, Niall is the “your older brother’s best friend” kind of hot.
“Call me when you get there.”
I’ve seriously considered what it would be like to be a Vampire Slayer.
Don’t do a complete 180 from being their friend to calling them beautiful, and being excessively touchy-feely.
Your experience doesn’t matter half as much as your willingness to learn and engage with other people does.