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That awkward moment when you’re having loud phone sex and your suitemate tells you to “KNOCK IT OFF!”
Bitch, it ain’t my fault that a nigga on the phone puts in more work than your boyfriend does in person. Who tf is completely silent when they have sex? These walls are thin. And I can’t even hear the bed squeek. That nigga ain’t doing something right.
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What men mean when they talk about their “crazy” ex-girlfriend is often that she was someone who cried a lot, or texted too often, or had an eating disorder, or wanted too much/too little sex, or generally felt anything beyond the realm of emotionally undemanding agreement. That does not make these women crazy. That makes those women human beings, who have flaws, and emotional weak spots. However, deciding that any behavior that he does not like must be insane– well, that does make a man a jerk.
And when men do this on a regular basis, remember that, if you are a woman, you are not the exception. You are not so cool and fabulous and levelheaded that they will totally get where you are coming from when you show emotions other than “pleasant agreement.”
When men say “most women are crazy, but not you, you’re so cool” the subtext is not, “I love you, be the mother to my children.” The subtext is “do not step out of line, here.” If you get close enough to the men who say things like this, eventually, you will do something that they do not find pleasant. They will decide you are crazy, because this is something they have already decided about women in general.
"— Lady, You Really Aren’t “Crazy” (via histoid)
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I think I’m gonna make a new blog. I feel like this shit represents a bad time in my life. I don’t know if I’ll delete it. But I’m making a lot of changes and I don’t want to be reminded of bad memories. Maybe when I get back to DC I’ll start it. I’ve been considering making Youtube vids, too. I just want to get back to being happy and creative and ambitious and hopeful. That’s the best way to be.
Maybe something really is wrong with me. I make all of these grand announcements stating that I’ve moved on, I’m ok, and I’m happy, and then every night the same sadness creeps back in. I want something or someone to distract me. I don’t even know. I just wish I never met him. I really do. If I could erase the last 8 months from my memory then I would. I just want to go home.
Maybe I should just delete this blog. I look back and read all of those posts about being in love with him and just feel like it couldn’t have been real. At the time, it felt real, but now I’m feeling like it was a figment of my imagination or something. It happened. The last seven months did happen. But I would rather pretend that they didn’t. I hate him now.
(Source: staypozitive)
How America reacts to the darkest part of it’s history.
This is real
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