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Women Are Revealing All The Ways Their Boyfriends Act Different In Private v. On Social Media And It’s So Relatable

When it comes to social media, it’s not uncommon that people act way differently online than they do in person. In fact, it’s more common than not that people portray a completely different person on social media than they are in person. Recently, one college student decided to blow up her own boyfriend’s spot about how different he acts on social media because—compared to the way he speaks to her one-on-one/privately—it’s light years different.

Olivia O’Leary, a student at UVIC in Victoria, British Columbia, tweeted about her boyfriend saying that the “minute the bedroom door closes” her boyfriend is all cuddly and sweet and nice. But, on social media, it’s like “me and my b*tch.” Honestly—who can’t relate to that?

https://twitter.com/olemacdon/status/1098786284779143168

O’Leary then shared the receipts from her own boyfriend, showing that his text messages show a loving, caring, adorable guy—but, on social media…who that be? I mean…it’s like two different people entirely.

https://twitter.com/olemacdon/status/1098788791148376064

In the texts, he’s obviously excited to see her, falling in love with her more and more and…SO EXCITED TO SEE HER TOMORROW!!!!

But, on Instagram, her boyfriend posted a photo from a day of hiking together—captioning it: Hiking with my broski. Ummm…what gives?

After O’Leary shared the two photos online, people began to share their own experiences with their boyfriends and how different they react to them on social media. Sure, behind closed doors things seem all lovey-dovey and sweet, but, the minute a guy logs onto social media it’s as though their manhood is questioned and triggered by being called “whipped” or “tied up.”

Like, this boyfriend who is…a bit vulgar.

Or, this guy who writes sonnets in text message.

Or, this guy who compared his girlfriend to a man.

Or, this guy who could care less about his girlfriend.

Or, this boyfriend who is more concerned with staying “hip.”

Or, this guy who compared his girlfriend to Lord Farquaad.

Or, this guy who is too busy bragging about making his girlfriend “wet.”

Or, this boyfriend who called his girlfriend his sister.

And, this guy who called his girlfriend a “depressed goblin with titties.”

It just goes to show you—most guys are d*cks online, but, behind closed doors—they cannot live without us. They need us, they worship us, they want to be with us all day, every day. So, don’t worry ladies—you’re not alone.

h/t: Twitter.

Woman Flies Cross-Country To Profess Her Love To Her Best Friend, Leaves Her Story On A Barf Bag

Everyone knows that when you’re nervous and under pressure, the best way to cope is to ease your mind. For some, it’s completely forgetting the situation that’s causing your nerves. But, for others, venting and talking about your stress can make you feel a bit better. Personally, I word-vomit all over everyone I know and love when I’m feeling nervous. I talk 15 words per second and can’t seem to catch my breath. It’s one of those things that if you say it, or get it out there, it’s no longer sitting on your chest like a heavyweight.

Recently, Andrea was on a flight from Miami to Washington D.C. to profess her love to her best friend, who was flying into D.C. from New Orleans. Andrea decided to write her hopelessly romantic gesture on a barf bag on her flight because her WiFi wasn’t working and she just had to get it out there. Another passenger on the flight ended up finding the bag with the epic love story written down, and shared it on Reddit, hoping it would go viral and someone would send it to Andrea—filling us all in on the ending.

For those who can’t read Andrea’s handwriting, here’s what her barf bag reads:

Obviously, this is incredibly romantic and sweet—and, we’re dying to know what happened, as is the rest of the Internet. People on Reddit began searching far and wide for any information to find her and finish the story.

Andrea, if you’re reading this—let us know!

Your Words Are My Drug Of Choice

Your words are my drug of choice. They hoist me up to the heavens, leaving me awash in airy lightness as you strip the weight of life from my soul. They leave me high off a blissful euphoria as I long to hold onto every coveted syllable, hoping I can remain among the clouds for eternity.

As the words cascade from your lips, every hit of you leaves me longing for more, clinging to your promises that I am your future, wishing you were beside me. My worries escape me as I savor your powerful high; a sense of unquellable serenity. I drift further and further away from my problems as I immerse myself in your swirling kaleidoscope of colors, knowing there is nothing on Earth but me, you, and your magical mirage of deep blues and pure golds.

Your vivacious appellations seem to vanish too quickly, a mystical haze of fragrant smoke too alluring to resist. They can never seem to satiate my powerful hunger for endless sweet nothings, until you faithfully supply me with your linguistic charm, the drug that keeps my heart beating only for you.

I aimlessly flit away the days mindlessly dreaming of the music that flows from your lips and endure the nights lying awake in your absence, tossing and turning as my entire body burns with a passionate fever, itching for you as if you are the sole key to my survival. With an aching heart, I withdraw from the gentle rhythm of your voice, fruitlessly convincing myself that I can live without you.

But I am hopelessly addicted to your adoring locutions, the powerful ecstasy of pure love. Every trip takes me higher, further into your heart’s endless wonders. I ensconced myself in your dreamy euphoria, too faded on your love to return below the clouds.

Perhaps, I will recover from my unyielding desire for your passionate language. Perhaps, I will discover the natural high of self-validation. But every time the fantastical syllables slip from your mouth, leaving me high off your addictive love, I know that your words will always be my drug of choice.

This article originally appeared on Thought Catalog.