As someone who has lost a parent. I don’t remember calling my friends one by one to talk them. The friend who stays close to my house heard the news and told all my other friends.
Can’t be nursing friends’ feelings while grieving the loss of a parent.
I hate that we've taught people, men in particular, that if we like them enough, we'll inconvenience ourselves regularly for them.
Because I am not going to do that.
“Nobody is coming to save you” but your day literally gets better after you consume art made by other people. You hang w friends & you’re no longer suicidal, even if just for a few minutes. They’re lying to you about the significance of community. People are saving you EVERYDAY!
Males think they're brave enough to fight a gorilla but in reality they’re not even brave enough to tell their friend to stop making women uncomfortable.