Cornered the boy kicked out at the world.

It’s not too much to ask men and boys to “look, but don’t touch.” A young woman who wants to be noticed, even desired, without being assaulted isn’t making an unreasonable request. She’s not defying the facts of biology. She’s asking to be watched, appreciated, and left unharmed. Saying that she’s asking to be raped is like saying that a talented actor who portrays an unsympathetic villain particularly well on screen is asking to be attacked by an outraged member of the movie-going public. There’s a difference between a performance and an invitation, and it’s not that hard—really, it’s not—to distinguish the two.

Eurgh, I really really don’t want to live with you for a year.


One of the questions asked in that study was, How many Vietnamese casualties would you estimate that there were during the Vietnam war? The average response on the part of Americans today is about 100,000. The official figure is about two million. The actual figure is probably three to four million. The people who conducted the study raised an appropriate question: What would we think about German political culture if, when you asked people today how many Jews died in the Holocaust, they estimated about 300,000? What would that tell us about German political culture?

Noam Chomsky, Media Control


Three or four million Asians killed by the US — and three Southeast Asian countries (Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos) shattered for several generations — is nothing to US Americans, not even worth a footnote. In World War II, 20 million Chinese were killed, many in concentration camps every bit as brutal as those in Germany, subject to human experimentation for developing chemical and biological weapons, yet I guarantee you that most US Americans have no idea this happened in a war in which the US and China were ostensibly fighting as allies and indeed the Chinese land war was every bit as critical to securing Japan’s surrender as the US naval campaign. Any German who believes that only 300,000 Jews were killed in the Holocaust is rightly condemned as a history-denying racist, and for me the same logic applies to US Americans.

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(via perfectcoma)

I don’t understand what you want. :(

I’m sorry that you’re stressed. And much as I appreciate you wanting to talk about happier subjects, that’s not going to work.

Friend or otherwise you’re meant to be proving that you can be there for me. 
Not to mention the fact that this is all a consequence of your actions.

You’ve just changed something. I’m not sure what yet. But I’m sure you have.  

There’s no point in holding out some long winded hope. 
Everything’s over.

And I’ve lost someone I loved, and one of my best friends.

I can’t breathe. I have never felt so alone, or hopeless.

This is just all so incredibly hard

And I know in my head what to do for the best. 
And I hope I’ll be able to do so.
I’m just so so scared of what’s going to happen.
And so so sad about what’s already happening.

And as much as I’ll try and put on a brave face to him, this is killing me.

But it’s necessary. We both know it.
And we’ll both be happy in the long run.
I just hate that this has to happen when we still love each other. 
And I hate that I can’t be there for him when he’s feeling so vulnerable. Leaving him like that is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. And I can’t communicate that it’s not going to be like before. And that he’s not alone. 
And when I try it just undermines the fact that we both need space from each other to figure out our own heads.

It kills me that what might be best for him has the potential to hurt me so much.
It kills me that it might prevent us from even being close friends.
And it kills me that this is happening even though (despite awful times) we had some incredible times. And he’s the person that I could properly talk to if I was low. And…

And I just don’t know how to make my heart meet with my head.  

The problem is, that in reality there’s no one in a good position to talk to. 
Half are forced to be neutral from living conditions. And the other half don’t know enough about the situation to have a particularly valid input.

Sometimes I still feel very empty. And alone.

We’re all falling apart over each other. 
 And sometimes it doesn’t feel like this is going to mend.