like all men

anonymous asked:

i feel like tumblr is often too harsh on cis white men. yes they are the height of privilege and of course have done and still do awful things. i feel like this site often completely demonises men but then there'll be a "psa all boys are beautiful" post and it's super conflicting? like one minute all men are rapists and the next all men are wonderful beings??

there’s a difference between white men™ and white men

anonymous asked:

"Women are too weak-willed and docile to ever hurt anyone" - What you sound like

that isn’t what I sound like at all

men are just socialized to be more violent than women

that doesn’t make women weak willed

in fact, men are the weak willed ones, since their socialization allows them to act like they are nothing but victims to their hormones

“omg I had to rape her she was so sexy she was asking for it! how could you expect a man not to! she’s like red meat and I am a shark!”

men are weak

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.