I only called after
drinking six cups of coffee,
but something about shaking
always reminds me of you.
written by Shaking The Thought of You Away | Lora Mathis (via girlchoking)
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
written by Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via exoticwild)
The Sociological Cinema
There was actually research that was done that found that women who used an “I have a boyfriend/husband” excuse to reject unwanted sexual attention and harassment by their bosses were more likely to be left alone than those who used any other excuse (including “I’m not interested”)
Because men respect another man’s property (and that’s how they see us) than a woman’s autonomy.
This is true. I have told people I’m not interested I have told men I don’t want their attention. I have walked away from them and they follow me. But I remember a DISTINCT specific time when I was on the nasty 601 bus and I was sitting on the back and a guy say beside me and starting hitting on me and asking me if I come with him to a RAVE. I said no. He kept asking. I said I was going to my boyfriends place and he stopped bothering me. I had never realized those key words was what would stop that attention and that is really fucking sad. No, it’s not because the man realized the importance and value in relationship- it was because ihe respected the man he didn’t know more than he respected the woman he was talking to and her right to say no. I have the right to say no. I have the right to say no and I have the right to say go fuck yourself (which I have). It’s. One to the point where I have no sympathy. None. If I say no and you keep harassing me I am not afraid to punch you square I’m the nose. Or maybe you could just keep on being yourself and shove a pole up your taint.(via elabor)