I Think My Future Self Just Walked Into This Coffee Shop. Brb Gonna Find Out.

“Come back here,” he whimpered threateningly.

Use "said" for dialogue unless you are writing a man talking, in which case use "whimpered"

Yeah

they are so butch4femme coded. this is girls kissing. this is wlw this is my tragic yuri

this isn't my usual content, but something really struck me as i was visiting a part of the city unfamiliar to me today. and here is my takeaway:

I should not have to be afraid all the time. I should not have to look over my shoulder every ten minutes and be suspicious of every man in the vicinity. I should not have to scan a fucking public space, during broad daylight, for another woman to feel reassured. I should not have to maneuver the way I walk on a sidewalk, because something that has happened to others before can happen again. I should not have to avoid eye contact all the time just to feel semi-safe.

so why have we reached a point where this is normalized? I'm the one taking preventive measures and the people the law should be after don't even get apprehended properly more often than not. do we talk about the kolkata case anymore? we don't. mainstream media lost interest, at the end of the day. is it because actual justice was served? no.

and it's not as if this is far from me either. I don't think it's far from anyone.

there were a couple men that regularly roamed near my college who, according to firsthand reports, touched students inappropriately in the crowd. they were found. they were reported. we made a group chat to keep each other safe and updated. I was actually terrified of going that month. and the worst part? I don't know what happened to them. they disappeared, whether because they knew they were found or because they were apprehended, I don't know. or maybe they're still there, but all the students are too resigned to say anything anymore.

why?

because they were reported. and the enforcement said that one man in particular did it to 'go to jail for free food'. they would arrest him, keep him for a few months, then free him. so he did it again. and again. until the police were just used to it. I'm not saying the police don't do anything, because that would be inaccurate, but this incident still remains a part of my daily life. that is an institution I go to everyday. if I can't feel safe in my own locality after it's dark, if I can't feel safe at my college, if someone isn't safe in their own workplace, if I am constantly afraid whenever I go out alone... would you call that a safe country? a free one?

this isn't about any specific institution or political party or anything like that. this is about a rot that's been festering since the very beginning. something that should have been stamped out, but continues anyway.

we were promised a right to life with dignity.

this is not dignity.

The texts I send my friends at 2am.

Franz Kafka, 1912

You should know this

And this

Play back to back.

A Monthly Occurrence

Me: damn this playlist is AMAZING every single song is a hit, no skips. I should save it-

Me: This is my likes folder.

Armand is not an iPad Baby, he is an iPad Grandpa and I will stand this mistaken understanding no longer.

unsafe. insane. consensual but in the type of way where they would rather kill themselves than have an actual conversation about boundaries or safe words or even just sex in general.

100 Letters by Halsey holds my entire heart.

Oh wow

I fear I will never emotionally recover from this. Thank you.

I had to get Devil’s minion lesbians out of my system.

Does anyone still give a fuck about ROTG? because I’ve been sitting on a conspiracy theory essay about Jack Frost for years and I’m happy to post it