heyyyy guess what
sluts and bisexuals/pansexuals/individuals whose sexual orientation is basically a big wacky free-for-all can not be attracted to someone. even those of us who are walking stereotypes - yes, it’s true! - are completely capable of rating someone as 0/10 wow yeah would not fuck
btw i never claimed not to be shallow but personality does go a surprisingly loooonnggg way in how attractive i find someone
i hate people who are like “oh man you and soandso would be such great friends why don’t you go out with them sometime” and you do and soandso is a part of your larger social circle so you can’t really avoid them so you try to be friends but it just doesn’t click because not everyone is compatible
and then so you’re like “eh no” and the people who are trying to force you together are all “WELL THAT’S BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T EVEN TRY YOU STUBBORN LITTLE SHIT” and it’s like stop shipping me with this other person what the fuck is your deal we have nothing in common do you even know me do you even go here stop trying to make it happen
and trust me if i could be friends with someone i would god knows i could do with couple friends of my own in this worthless goddamn town
“Baby, It’s You” - Smith (A Group Called Smith, 1969)
many many many nights go by
i sit alone at home and cry over you
what can i do?
don’t want nobody, nobody
cause baby, it’s you
I would like to start an official movement to replace the prevalence of manpain in fiction with granpain.
A grandmother’s boyfriend is left dead in her apartment. She cradles the body tenderly. Her face hardens. SHE WILL GET HER REVENGE.
A grandmother stands on a roof, in a billowy leather coat. A single perfect tear trickles down her cheek — but when she turns around to confront her ten attackers, there is no trace of it.
“No,” says a grandmother, when her grandchildren attempt to dissuade her from her lonely path of vigilante justice, and turns her sad, noble profile to the side. “I work alone.”
GRANPAIN.
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