“Being a feminist doesn’t mean suddenly no longer liking problematic things. If you stopped liking everything that was sexist in media and entertainment there would be no media or entertainment left. Being a feminist, to me, is being aware of what it is you’re liking, and of its problematic aspects.”—
Alright. Let me tell you something about Daniel. He was my best friend and I liked him once and he fell in love with me and then there was a weird gray area where I liked him?????? but I didn’t????? It doesn’t matter anymore because when that boy falls he falls through the ground and I’m sorry that I couldn’t love him the way he loved (or maybe still does from the way you seem to be speaking of it) me. And I’m sorry that I tried to hold on to that friendship and maybe that killed him because he still loved me, but how was I supposed to knowthat was going to happen? Sorry he brought up marriage when we were sixteen and that freaked me the fuck out because I am not that kind of person. Forgive me for trying to insult him and be rude until he didn’t love me anymore. I’m sorry that didn’t work. Forgive me for giving him the cold shoulder so he wouldn’t think about me anymore. I’m sorry that didn’t work.
Forgive me because I will never forgive myself because I lost a good friend. Forgive me and leave me the fuck alone.
You tear people apart and leave them shattered, I've devoted hours upon hours to one person you have hurt beyond belief, to try to help them put the pieces back together. I cannot fathom what it is in your mind that tells you to treat people the way you have treated this person. Is it too much to act like a person is a human being who has a soul? As someone who deserves to be treated with respect, and love, and consideration? I respect you as an artist, but not as a person.
literally who are we talking about what did I do is this about Daniel
About that 'things my family said to me about being vegan' post. The one that goes 'If you were STARVING would you eat meat?' What's so bad about that question?
The reality is that it is highly unlikely that I would ever find myself in a position where I would be starving to death. I fully understand that I am privileged to even have the ability to choose a vegan lifestyle. That said, I can’t really say how I would react if I were starving to death. Am I in the wild? I know techniques for how to check if a plant is poisonous or edible. Am I on a dessert island? It’s not a question I can really answer off the top of my head from the position of life I am currently in.