It Should Be Illegal For Construction To Start Before Sun-up

Free will is a miraculous thing

Not in the christian way

But rather “I just remembered that i can take an edible and a bus into a coastal beach town to eat cheetos and watch the sunset”

I don’t care for vampire vegetarianism. It feels like an awfully strange thing to desire demons just to defang them.

Never before have I felt so represented

Pedestrian: What are you doing?

Me, mid panic attack, holding on to a tree for dear life: just chillin’.

The Terrible Terror that is taking selfies. How can I go from “whaT BEAST IS THIS” to “oh maybe I’m ethereal” in 5 minutes

Bisexual, yeah

why is eric spreading his legs like that whilst talking about dm? hm? i know what you are old man

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.

A terrible secret

I hear a lot, about people young and old, scared they’ll never find someone who loves them.

I’m scared I’ll never find someone I love. I don’t…like most people. I’m good at socializing, I enjoy being in groups. I love talking to people I disagree with, or find distasteful. There is joy in meeting people who are nothing like you, and finding ways to coexist.

I think I’m broken sometimes. I like “Someone New” by Hozier, because I relate to finding awed love in strangers. I am equally disgusted, appalled, or bored by them. I hate how this sounds. I hate how it looks, staring back at me, pretentious words on paper or screen.

‘Poor little genius can’t get along with people.’

‘God, could you be more of a dick?’

‘What a fucking try-hard.’

I know what I sound like, I do. It doesn’t change it.

I’m tired. I’m lonely. I hope it gets better.

Can’t talk I’m busy pursuing the homosexual agenda