Hate, Rain On Me // Andrew Jackson Jihad
I wish I had a bullet big enough to fucking kill the sun. I’m sick of songs about the summer, and I hate everyone.
[imagines a character in the hands of better writers]
[imagines a scenario in the hands of better writers]
[imagines a whole show and concept in the hands of better writers]
I think the “women are mysterious” thing can also come from:
1) Women actually being quite clear, but not telling men what they want to hear. ”She said she doesn’t want to talk to me? So many mixed messages and confusing signals!”
2) Women not having cheat codes. ”I tried being nice, and she didn’t have sex with me. I tried being an asshole, and she didn’t have sex with me. Come on, there’s got to be some kind of solution to this puzzle!”
3) Women not being a hive mind. ”First a woman told me that she likes guys with big muscles. Then the very next day a woman told me she thinks muscles aren’t attractive at all. Make up your mind, women!”
4) An individual woman doing something confusing, and instead of asking “why is she doing this now?” men ask “why do women always do this?”
"Haha that Tumblr post said grades don’t define me so I’m gonna abandon my fantastic school marks and drop out" said literally no one ever
"Wow it’s nice to be reminded that even though school is hard for me, that doesn’t mean I’m worthless" said hundreds of thousands of bloggers with learning disabilities and mental and physical illnesses
"what’s your gender"
*opens a folder titled “pictures of cool dragons”*