Something I just remembered about me is that in the past, I wasn’t necessarily good at creative writing, I just wrote a lot no matter what.
He sat on the small table in front of the café where they once frequented when they were young and naive and alive. And it was the table that was always theirs for the taking as if they owned it, but it was only because of luck. He gazed off into the street where people walked by, hoping to find a familiar face that even if he found it he wouldn’t have been able to recognize it fully. It’s been five years since he had anything from the café and it’s been five years since they sat across from each other and shared intimacy on that one table. The waiters were now different and the owner’s son took over and nothing was the same, other than the place itself with minor changes here and there. But the weather always managed to be pleasant and warm, he thought. He sat there with his book closed and nothing ordered as he was waiting. He was waiting, but he didn’t know exactly what for. And as his eyes were lost into the street, that was when a lady asked him if he was whom he was and he looked up. It was her. He immediately got up and asked if it was truly her. Yes, she said and smiled. A smile that brought back memories and managed to bring a smile to his own face. He stood there and observed her dreamily; as if he uncovered something wonderful that shouldn’t have been revealed. He then gave her a hug and couldn’t help but feel a certain feeling in his stomach—whether it was what he once felt or plain old nervousness; or even a combination of the both, he wasn’t sure at all. They sat down and talked for hours. And of course, over cups of coffee and sweets that were freshly made and served only during the hours they happened to be there. The sky that was once blue started to wash itself with a shade of navy and purple and soon clashed all together until it was pure darkness. The street lamps illuminated the area and candles were lit on the tables. He began to feel even more warmth. She smiled like mad, as if she simply discovered how to this very morning and couldn’t help herself but to do it. He didn’t mind. It was contagious and made him feel good. She would lay her uncommonly soft hands on his hands and tilt her head to the side and listen to his stories. And when it was her turn, her eyes lit up and she went off as though the night was to stay forever. If only it could, he thought. But nothing is forever and the café was beginning to clean up and took away their empty cups for the third or fourth time. That was when he asked her to stay with him for the night so they could talk about everything and feel new things and reminisce about the old. He wanted to fill in what had been missing this entire time, and he knew she felt the same. “Stay, please,” he told her. “I want to but I can’t,” she said, “I’m in love now.”
the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” is actually not the full phrase it actually is “curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back” so don’t let anyone tell you not to be a curious little baby okay go and be interested in the world uwu
Blood is thicker than waterThe blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
Meaning that relationships formed by choice are stronger than those formed by birth.
you don’t realize the risk until it’s too late
To all those who don’t think the rape joke was a problem, or rape jokes are a problem.
I get it, you’re a decent guy. I can even believe it. You’ve never raped anybody. You would NEVER rape anybody. You’re upset that all these feminists are trying to accuse you of doing something or connect you to doing something that, as far as you’re concerned, you’ve never done and would never condone.
And they’ve told you about triggers, and PTSD, and how one in six women is a survivor, and you get it. You do. But you can’t let every time someone gets all upset get in the way of you having a good time, right?
So fine. If all those arguments aren’t going anything for you, let me tell you this. And I tell you this because I genuinely believe you mean it when you say you don’t want to hurt anybody, and you don’t see the harm, and that it’s important to you to do your best to be a decent and good person. And I genuinely believe you when you say you would never associate with a rapist and you think rape really is a very bad thing.
Because this is why I refuse to take rape jokes sitting down-
6% of college age men, slightly over 1 in 20, will admit to raping someone in anonymous surveys, as long as the word “rape” isn’t used in the description of the act.
6% of Penny Arcade’s target demographic will admit to actually being rapists when asked.
A lot of people accuse feminists of thinking that all men are rapists. That’s not true. But do you know who think all men are rapists?
They really do. In psychological study, the profiling, the studies, it comes out again and again.
Virtually all rapists genuinely believe that all men rape, and other men just keep it hushed up better. And more, these people who really are rapists are constantly reaffirmed in their belief about the rest of mankind being rapists like them by things like rape jokes, that dismiss and normalize the idea of rape.
If one in twenty guys is a real and true rapist, and you have any amount of social activity with other guys like yourself, really cool guy, then it is almost a statistical certainty that one time hanging out with friends and their friends, playing Halo with a bunch of guys online, in a WoW guild, or elsewhere, you were talking to a rapist. Not your fault. You can’t tell a rapist apart any better than anyone else can. It’s not like they announce themselves.
But, here’s the thing. It’s very likely that in some of these interactions with these guys, at some point or another someone told a rape joke. You, decent guy that you are, understood that they didn’t mean it, and it was just a joke. And so you laughed.
And, decent guy who would never condone rape, who would step in and stop rape if he saw it, who understands that rape is awful and wrong and bad, when you laughed?
That rapist who was in the group with you, that rapist thought that you were on his side. That rapist knew that you were a rapist like him. And he felt validated, and he felt he was among his comrades.
You. The rapist’s comrade.
And if that doesn’t make you feel sick to your stomach, if that doesn’t make you want to throw up, if that doesn’t disturb you or bother you or make you feel like maybe you should at least consider not participating in that kind of humor anymore…
Well, maybe you aren’t as opposed to rapists as you claim."
destroy this “more than friends” bullshit
destroy this disgusting fucking idea that being in a romantic relationship is more important/closer than being in a platonic relationship
destroy the idea that friendships are less than romances
destroy the idea that you need to be romantically involved with someone if you want to be really close to them
one time in an english class we were making notes about shakespeare’s life and the teacher was like “his father was a glove maker” and the guy next to me started laughing really hard so i looked over at him
his pen had stopped working before he could write “maker” so it just said “shakespeare’s father was a glove” and that was the funniest thing in the world to this guy for some reason