the US is unreal like girls cant wear shorts to school, you can literally lose your job for being gay, and unarmed black children are brutally murdered on the regular but old white ppl r still like “what a beautiful country. i can freely carry a gun for no reason and some of our mountains look like presidents. god bless”
its weird that guys get so touchy when you accuse them of sexism like “im not sexist wtf????” when they should really be worried about “ive been acting sexist wtf????” like dude youre not the victim of an accusation the accusation is the result of your behavior
literally every person born into a position to oppress has behaved like this and its gross
“Actually, it’s fine if you don’t want me.
Actually, it’s fine if you don’t want me.
Actually, it’s fine if you don’t want me,
and I am watering my plants
on Saturday morning like,
actually it’s fine, whatever you’re hiding,
whatever you don’t like about me. Actually,
play the tortured soul. And I will be on my hands
and my knees
And I will be soaking up your tears.
Your blood will be on my hands and I will be washing
it down the sink.
I am cleaning rings from my fingers,
no one wants me. And I am shaving off hair, and it’s fine.
And I want you every night
but I give girls I love advice
on how to kiss you,
how to ditch you. And I tell them I don’t mind
when they fuck you in my bathroom. I get him drunk.
I get him high. I tell my friends I hate him.
In my bedroom, I puke up dinner
and fall asleep nauseous: imagining him in my living room.
I imagine myself making space for him.
In the morning, I hug my best friend and pretend
he isn’t living
more than a mile away. I cry all day
and portray it as laughing. There is never enough time
to know he’ll never love me.
I cut it out. And this is the end of a story.”—Mistakes I Made While DrunkPart III; by Hannah Beth Ragland (via allmymetaphors)
there is just so much suffering and sadness and horrible things in the world, so much useless and pointless suffering. please spend your time on this earth making people feel loved. please love one another. reach out to someone who is hurting. appreciate others, and love others. there’s too much useless sadness in this world.
i love the term “partners” are we dating? are we robbing a bank? do we run a legal firm? are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? who knows.