GOT ME THINKING IF THOSE SO CALLED “TERRORISTS” THAT YOU’VE BEEN FIGHTING WAR OVER ARE REALLY THE BAD GUYS.
Friday Jan 1 @ 10:44am
Yes, it’s kaibutsu-kun inspired.
So I guess, this is considered as a fanwork? LOL.
Monday Jan 1 @ 10:17pm
Living my life is a cycle of never ending frustrations. And it sucks even more that I don’t have ANYBODY to confide into. I always have to plaster that fake smile on my face because the people around me has the tendency to make fun of me when I voice out what I really feel. They all have this impression of me living a perfect life and that I don’t have anything to fret about. They refuse to listen. They refuse to understand. They refuse to hear me out. Thinking about it, this might be the reason why I am getting good at shutting myself in that shell and delay reality as much as possible. I am scared. I am scared to face that harsh reality alone, I wish that somehow, someday, I’ll be able to meet that person who will hold my hand real tight, look me in the eye, and tell me, “We’re on this together. No matter what, I’ll never let go.”
/end emo moment.
Monday Jan 1 @ 10:01pm
Me too. And, more than that, I’m sick of the people using it.
Women are told almost constantly—by the media, the government, and the overall attitude of society—that our bodies don’t fucking belong to us. The mythical friendzone is just another way for misogynists to enforce that idea while getting to play the victim.
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.
BOOM.
This is the greatest commentary on the “friendzone” business that I’ve ever seen.
COMMENTARY YES.
I HAVE TO EFFIN REBLOG
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REBLOGGING FOR FUTURE REFERENCES. I NEED TO FIND A DECO GEL.
stop the negativity. it’ll make your life easier. just saying.
Thursday Jan 1 @ 05:49pm
