You used to look at me, the way I look at the sunset— the way I will look at the sunset today, and for the rest of my life. You used to touch me, like my love was your drug, like you couldn’t get enough. But now you don’t. When you don’t feel like being nice, you’re mean. You turn off your feelings, the way I turn off my bedroom light at night. And it doesn’t make any sense to me. It doesn’t make any sense to me, how you can be so senseless.
I want to say I love your blog and you're my Buffy / Angel / Veronica Mars source on tumblr. I just want to talk about Joss Whedon for a second. Some of this stuff I wasn't aware of like firing Charisma for being pregnant and I'm just learning about it. I been a long time fan of his and this news along with the recent reveal of his Wonder Woman script has really soured my view of him. Its ironic that this guy taught me men (like me) can be feminists and now i've learned how bad he is at it.