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The friend zone is very real. We have all had someone we were close to that we realized we were crushing on in a big way - but we hated ourselves for it. As much as we hoped and prayed things would change for the better, many of us acknowledged that our love for the other person was going to be detrimental towards the relationship. The people in this kind of friend zone cry while watching romance movies or go out and get drunk and kiss strangers. We make sure to keep a respectful distance between the person we like and ourselves - we are distinctly afraid of fucking things up because of our shitty heart being a complete dickweed and doing the thumpy thing when it shouldn’t.

The Friend Zone is entirely false and is a complete invention made by boys who on one hand get angry if they think you’re soliciting sex by playing video games but on the other hand get angry if you are not soliciting sex just by breathing. The Friend Zone consists rarely of actual friends - instead it’s often people who stare at us in class and make us uncomfortable by constantly trying to talk to us while we’re obviously engaged in something else. These are the people who invade our personal space and aren’t afraid to talk dismissively about the things which we are passionate about - our faith in particular.

These are not kind people. Once I was in a hospital’s waiting room and a woman was quietly saying a prayer for her son. After a few minutes, several other people joined in, linking their hands and bowing their heads. The boy next to me began to talk loudly to me about how disgusting and juvenile it was and how amused he happened to be by the behavior of the “sheep.”

"I’m Catholic," I replied, looking into his eyes, "I think what they’re doing is beautiful."

He looked down my shirt. “You seemed more intelligent than that,” he snorted, “I should have known. Are you even reading that book or are you just skimming?”

I blinked. I wish I had said something like, “No, I’m just breathing in the words and hoping they stick,” but instead I just gave him a dirty look and tried to tune him out. He kept talking to me for the better part of an hour.

Eventually, he got around to asking me out for coffee. I wanted to explain I was waiting for my mother to get out of chemotherapy, that my family was poised on the edge of a terrible end, that I barely knew him and basically already hated him. Instead, I smiled sheepishly and said, “I’d rather not.”

"You bitch," he replied. I watched his face flare hot. "You sluts are all like this. You play hard-to-get faux-intelligent and you lead people on just to hurt them."

"I’m…?" I started. I was scared. He was in my face. His hands were curled into fists.

"You’re all like this," he repeated. At this point, a few of the other people in the room were staring. I was pressed against the side of my chair, trying to get as far from him as I could. He wouldn’t lower his voice. "You fucking friend zone all the nice guys and date shitty asshole men and then come crying to our shoulders when you need someone."

I am not a confrontational person. Panic bubbled in my throat. I felt tears jump into my eyes. I started stuttering again. I was really honestly positive he was going to hurt me - for no other reason than turning down coffee.

This is the difference between the friend zone and the Friend Zone: one is hating yourself for liking the other person. The other is hating the other person for not liking you.

By A nighttime story about why the terrible deep Friend Zone, mostly written because about seventeen boys have asked what I mean when I complain about it. (via inkskinned)

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thatwasmeanish:

sunflowersforamy:

I wonder what would happen if somebody invented a video game wherein your vision is first-person camera and you never see a reflection or yourself or hear your own voice but you basically just have to do standard action game stuff and then at the end of the game it goes into third-person camera and BAM TURNS OUT YOU WERE A LADY ALL ALONG I would just be interested to know how that would be received by the gaming community

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  • 6-year old:

    Mommy, why is that man dressed like a lady?

  • Mother:

    That is a lady. She was just born with the wrong body.

  • 6-year old:

    How did that happen?

  • Mother:

    Nobody really knows. But she's working to fix it, and that's what's important.

  • 6-year old:

    Okay! *runs up to obviously self-conscious woman*

  • 6-year old:

    Hey! Miss!

  • Lady:

    ...yes?

  • 6-year old:

    You look really pretty in your skirt!

  • Lady:

    Thank you!

  • *Kid skips back to her mom, and literally everyone in the vicinity smiles*

  • I'd just like to point out that it wasn't hard to explain this to a child at all...... Next excuse please?

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mamasam:

This breaks my heart because you can see the exact moment that Lilo realizes how important she is to Nani. She has seen herself as the burden and responsibility (“You’d trade me for a rabbit”). She worries that she takes away the good things from Nani (“Did Stitch and I make you lose your job?”).

But right here at the end. She realizes. She is the good thing. She is the ONE. GOOD. THING. that Nani wants to keep. And she’s realizing that Nani won’t get to keep her.

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themaggiezine:

cr08 replied to your post “ahahaHAHAHA I STAYED UP UNTIL 4 AM WATCHING THE MOST INFURIATING…”

Ohhh? Which episode is that? INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW

It’s the premiere of season 11 the one where you find out that Stabler put away the wrong dude for serial rape for 10 years and then at the end the actual rapist gets pitched headfirst out the bathroom window at the precinct and suddenly OH NO WE CAN’T GET THE INNOCENT GUY OUT ANYMORE it’s a bunch of bullshit

Sorry for the late reply. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah I remember that one. It is kinda bullshit. That season had a smidge of bumpy writing as I recall.

Side note: Season 11 and Elliott is still in the picture? God how easily I forget how LONG this show has gone on for. o.o The newer seasons actually aren’t that bad. As long as you don’t mind the fact that the only original cast still left is Mariska and Ice-T. I’ve slooooooowly gotten back into it as viewing time permits.

Tonight is the Friday of my workweek. Hoping to actually accomplish some things this weekend. At the very least must likely going to go see Transformers with the family Tuesday as has become our routine.

Things are about average with the world right now..