When fights break out at my job and the cops have to come I’m just like…
"She loved me for the dangers I had pass’d
And I loved her that she did pity them”
I hope we always love each other for the right reasons. Not out of loneliness, or fear of breaking the others heart. Not because one of us feels inadequate or unworthy, or feels like it’s too late to turn back now. I hope that as much as time may change us, our honest love stays the same and does not yield to the chaos around us. I hope that we always choose the present rather than relive unchangeable heartaches from our past. I hope we always choose each other, and if the day ever comes where one of us changes our minds, it is not a dragged out death. If our love ever fails, I hope we just come right out and admit it—sever the ties—because it would be too hard otherwise….
This scene made my night
After being told the man who randomly knocks on our office door for a pen and paper is a rapist and lives across the street from where I work, I decided to look on the NYS Sex Offender database to see what he did and was disgusted at what I saw. It said he performed “unwanted intercourse” with a 18 year old female stranger and was only sentenced to 6 months probation. When I looked at information on other sex offenders in the neighborhood it was all similar: oddly worded explanations of their crime (which sounded minimizing) and brief jail time/probation periods…
Uhh, last time I checked, “unwanted intercourse” is RAPE. Why is the legal system being so lenient on rapists? Rape is like a soul-murder—it takes years of therapy to cope and can lead to PTSD, etc which deeply impacts ones relationships and daily life. Yet somehow, 6 months is enough of a punishment for forcing someone into sex. What the fuck is wrong with the world?!
For more “fun facts” check this shit out:
"…I’ve got words, I’ve got words so sharp they’d have to drive you to the hospital just to stop the bleeding. I’m tired of you needing us to be friends
let me go
so I don’t slip and say something like, the only person to let me down more than god is you
I didn’t mean to…”
~ Shane Koyczan~
Every now and then I read a poem or hear a song about how some girl fucked up some dudes life, and I can’t help but wonder whether you hate me as much as “those girls” are hated or if now that I’m gone you realize I meant absolutely nothing—that you don’t even remember me—that it all was pointless…it’s a question I’ll never have answered and though the thought haunts me less and less over time, it’s still there.