on a different and totally random note, i need to come up with a better response everytime someone asks, “why?” when they find out i don’t have (nor want a boyfriend) other than (between), “fuck you” and “there are a lot of things more interesting that we can talk about other than my love life, having a partner/boyfriend/girlfriend/etc is not a perquisite to becoming a productive member of the society, i don’t need a partner/boyfriend/girlfriend/etc to be happy, to function, to be young, to be human, have you ever thought about how incredibly impossible that question is i mean how does one wake up one day and declare “i’m going to have a partner/boyfriend/girlfriend/etc today” so how can you ask “why” like it’s a decision one makes just like when deciding they’re going grocery shopping or something and lastly, i don’t think i even have the emotional capability like i can’t even handle myself or my dog or my hair how can i handle another human being how many times do they need to be walked is there a tutorial”
huh it’s really hard not to be down when you fuck up and things don’t go as planned and life happens. i’m pretty much just trying my best to be optimistic and sail through it until it becomes one of the tiny, tiny things that make up life. it’s really hard but when i remember those times where i let myself be eaten up by it and lose hope, i realise this is nothing compared to that and i wouldn’t want to go through that again. i’d pretty much prefer to experience everything else than go back to being miserable because it doesn’t help and it doesn’t get me anywhere.
i can think of a million things that happened that seemed so significant at the time but became nothing but a memory now and i know in time this will seem unimportant and silly. right now, it matters much more than it should so i’ll just sleep it off till i forget about it
I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt. - Before Sunrise(1995)
"She’s my friend because we both know what it’s like to have people be jealous of us."
Here’s a sure-fire way to know that you hate women: when an incident of intimate partner violence in which a man knocks a woman unconscious gains national attention and every question or comment you think to make has to do with her behavior, you really hate women. Like, despise.
There is no other explanation. There is no “I need all the facts.” There is no excuse. You hate women. Own it.
Now, you probably don’t believe you hate women. You probably honestly think you’re being an objective observer whose only interest is the truth. You are delusional.
We have this problem in our discourse around the most important challenges we face where we feel we have to be “fair to both sides.” But sometimes, one of those sides is subjugation and oppression. If you’re OK with legitimizing that side in the interest of “fairness,” you’re essentially saying you’re OK with oppression as a part of the human condition. That’s some hateful shit.❞
i don’t have claws, or glowing eyes, or super senses. i just have voices in my head.