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June 11 2015


thoughts on the friendzone



when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors.  we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards.  he wasn’t the only one.  there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”

i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was

in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face.  we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time.  one day they got in a fist fight over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.

in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly.  everyone in the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.

when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it.  people didn’t like him because he was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly.  he became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us.  he talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.

in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga.  he’d ask me personal invasive questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked attention.  i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how much of an asshole he was every day.  i wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life is an asshole?  but whenever i asked him, he just told me, “girls only date assholes.  there’s no room for nice guys like me.”

i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?

he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know.  being friendly.  i thought we were friends.  but then, how many times had i thought that before?

how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?

how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”

there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams.  beneath a million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how he’d never get laid.

when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.

i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk about all my favourite games with me.  he was the closest thing to support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly.  but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come over every day and do it.

“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back?  don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”

when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to just say

when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill.  and i’m 18 years old, and i still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.

but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”

they were

“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”

so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:

put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex.  that he just wanted her for a relationship.  a girl who was just an object to win, a prize.  a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.

maybe she friendzoned you.  but you girlfriendzoned her, first.

I am clapping for this, you just can’t see it.

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Garnet + Smiling



*walks into bar* *sits in a booth with ppl in it* dont yall love being cis? i love to be cis, its good. (whispering to small lizard under the table: what do cis people drink? milk? you said milk?) yall got milk at this bar?


i’m just curious


reblog this and put in the tags languages you can at least somehow communicate in

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i can’t believe it’s 2014 and there’s still no gay romantic comedy about vin diesel and dwayne johnson falling in love

They raise a gaggle of kids undercover working for a gov’t agency together

#’this summer…these two men learn…the heart is the most important muscle’

i would pay multiple dollars to see vin diesel and dwayne johnson portray a cute affectionate couple

Can’t believe it’s 2015 and there’s still no gay romantic comedy about vin diesel and dwayne johnson falling in love

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bonus panel:


June 10 2015



Men’s Issues
  • Societal expectations of masculinity
  • Societal expectations to provide for women
  • No long term reversible male birth control
  • Men who are raped are more likely to remain silent and be dismissed or outright laughed at 
  • Unfair treatment in child custody battles
  • Alimony 
  • No support for male victims of domestic abuse

Not men’s issues

  • The friend zone
  • Women not dating you
  • “Fucking femnazis”










i’ll stop dressing in black when they invent a darker colour


finally something to match my soul

If you haven’t seen this, it’s actually so black that if they made clothing out of it, it would just appear as though there was a photoshopped hole where your clothing is.

finally i can become the void

I want a shirt and pants and a skirt in this. Also a bandana and a hat.

imagine walking around in a morph-suit of this.

you would look like a literal shadow

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“they can say whatever the hell they want I don’t care I’ll say ‘fuck you’”

“did you just flip the bird at us?”

“I did flip the bird, yeah”

“but did you flip it at US?”

“yo bruh if this starts a fight how easily can I get out of trouble”

“not very”

“So like I flipped the bird but it TOTALLY wasn’t at you”

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Fonts That Designers Love To Hate


Bless this post


Oh, but it’s SO true.

My favorite thing about posts like these is that some of these are my favorite fonts, just because they’re so overused and it’s somehow comforting to the eyeballs and brain because we know what’s coming up. If you see a movie poster with the same font over and over, you’re like, “Okay, I am looking at a movie poster, this feels legitimately like a movie poster.” But if you see something in like, Comic Sans, your brain prepares for a paper sign that says something like, !!!!PLEASE PLACE SANITARY PRODUCTS IN THE WASTE BIN!!!!!!! OUR SYSTEM IS VERY DELICATE AND CLOGS EASILY!!!!!!! “THANK YOU”!!!!!

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a bunch of anti-choice activists are making threats towards a muppet bc she’s pro choice. she’s not even like. identifying as pro abortion. she said ‘i’m pro-everything’. like she said ‘i’m pro-everything’ and then an anti choice twitter grimly identified her as a ‘pro-abortion feminist’ and then all their followers jumped straight to death threats. she’s not even real they’re literally threatening to eat a piece of fluff on a string.


you know your movement is shit when you threaten a puppet





Would it kill men to not casually be sexually predatory all the fucking time?

i honestly think, Yes.
Yall girls think its so easy, but forget the fundamental of humans. Men need to get it on so we can repopulate. Sure now we have brains to tell us better however at the end of the day instinct overpowers brains.

Spoken like a true rapist

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this guy sells the most powerful weapons and accessories 

This is the most NPC looking mother fucker I’ve ever seen






stop! making! plans! in! front! of! people! then! not! inviting! them!

Also stop making plans in front of people and then saying “and I guess you too” because that feels fucking worse than not being invited

fun story: last saturday before i went to work (the night shift, 5pm to 2am), some of my friends and i were planning a night out. the only day that worked for me was monday because i work every other day.

they decided maybe they would just go out that night instead, while i was at work, because there are more places open on saturdays than mondays. my friend said, “you dont really like going out anyway right? its okay if we go without you?”

i had to look her in the eye and remind her that the reason we were going out was because we were celebrating my birthday. they were gonna celebrate my birthday, without me.

fuck your friends

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Made a font tutorial ^_^

I’m sure the actual title font is out there, but here’s just the way I did it.

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