I know what sadness is
I am aware of what pain entails
The problem is, I don’t find it hurtful
I can’t cry, even if I wanted to
Is this what other people term stoicism?
When nothing in the world can hurt me
(even when I’m supposed to be hurt by you)
What the fuck have I become?
- a woman pursuing a man who is not interested is ‘creepy’ or ‘crazy’. she deserves scorn and should be laughed at. if this woman is considered less attractive than the man, the man will be pitied.
- a man pursuing a woman who has said no, gives her gifts…
I don’t really identify with Poached Magazine half the time just because I feel like it’s directed a totally different species to me but this article just makes me want to stick a big fat sticker all over it that says “TW: Gross Heteronormative Generalisations”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, and to all the attached women out there, please acknowledge the efforts of your significant others in making the day as special as it could be. Wear something red and lacy inside. That’s the best present you can give him.”
Icky icky ew ew NOPE
This has nice guy syndrome all over it. Also I think the word ‘plight’ is pushing it a bit (as in a lot)