wont it be cool when were all dead and wont remember or have any recollection of any of this at all anymore forever and ever
it sucks when you start getting to know someone and then you have really cool times/talks/anything with them and you start to see it as a reassuring time of exceptionally deserved gestures being passed back and forth and then you get your mind to shift into thinking they’re good people and that…
If you laugh at jokes about raping people I will laugh at my fist punching your throat because sure it’s violent and demeaning but I think it’s funny so why aren’t you laughing get off the floor and stop whining I am trying to assert that my desire to make a joke out of your traumatic experience is more important than your pain it’s called Freedom of Speech read a book.
(via thechocolatebrigade)
15,000 fucking posts where is my life going