had to shut a bitch down today
And that’s how public shootings and school shootings and shit like that happen. I’m not saying that this dude is not creepy as fuck, but this is not the way to handle this! He didn’t say anything mean (on purpose), and when you shut him down like that how the fuck do you think he’s going to react? He must know he’s somewhat creepy, but when a complete stranger that he adores tells him so vividly how creepy he is, that must wreck his world. I’m just saying I wouldn’t be surprised if he bought a gun (legally, but that’s a different issue) and went in to the store he knows you fucking work at. Just be nice to people fuck.
Alright, you know what? I don’t want to reblog this post. I want this post to die. And I have never once reblogged to reply to someone else’s comment on this post. But this one? This one I’m fucking gonna, because how. dare. you.
Are you seriously one of those slimy, inhuman grease traps of a human being who blame VICTIMS OF SHOOTINGS FOR THE FUCKING SHOOTINGS
Don’t you EVER come at me and try to tell me that I need to be responsible, personally responsible, for the mental satisfaction of the kind of monsters who would do something like that. Don’t you ever tell me I have to let myself be uncomfortable around people who LITERALLY STALK ME and put on a big smile and let them down gently because in your twisted little brain it is MY JOB TO KEEP THEM FROM KILLING PEOPLE
H O W F U C K I N G D A R E Y O U
YOU are the problem. YOU are the kind of person who justifies that kind of senseless violence by saying WELL IF SHE HAD JUST GIVEN HIM A CHANCE
IF SHE HAD JUST FUCKED HIM
IF HE HAD JUST ‘GOTTEN SOME’
HE WOULDN’T HAVE RAPED HER/SHOT THEM/DONE IT
Are you fucking proud of that? Are you proud that that’s the tiny drop you choose to drop into society’s bucket?
I don’t care if it ‘wrecked his world’ when he was called out on his socially unacceptable, disgusting behavior. I don’t caaaaaaaare
His actions are HIS actions. His actions are HIS fault
the next time I see a tragedy like the elliot rodger shooting on the news, I’m gonna think of all the vile comments from people online that say it all could have been avoided if the people he threatened and menaced would just relinquish their bodies and their comfort and their personal space for him, and I’m gonna s e e y o u r f a c e and I hope you fucking know it.
Don’t you ever talk to me. I am sick to my stomach over your fucking bullshit.
Personally I thought kitty’s response was pretty suitable. He was being annoying and I probably would have responded a lot meaner than how she responded.
“Can you live without being whole? I feel like I am a 1000 piece puzzle and everyone can see that I am missing a piece; the most important piece.”
“Everyone is always asking me what’s wrong… but I don’t even think it makes any sense, it’s just… my heart hurts.”
I knew what was coming, I knew what you’d say, and I knew how I’d feel about it.
I knew that I’d cry, I knew that you’d tell me I’ll be okay, and I knew that I wouldn’t.
I knew you would tell me that you’d love me forever, I knew that you’d tell me that we’d still be friends, I knew that my heart would break.
I only wish that when you decided to leave me standing there alone that you could have taken all of the memories with you.
I don’t want to remember.
I wish that you took all the pictures from my phone that I can’t bring myself to delete, I wish you took all the letters that you wrote me that hide now beneath my bed, I wish you took back every smile you put on my face.
I don’t want to remember.
I wish you took every “I love you” that runs circles through my head, and I wish you took every cold winters night we’d spend cuddling lost in each other’s eyes.
I wish you took everything about the last three years with you, because even though you are gone it still haunts me. Every now and again I see you and I holding hands on the sofa and it hurts my heart when I curl up there alone.
I still smell your cologne in our old bedroom; and sometimes I imagine your clothes still scrunched up on the floor.
But the worst, the very worst, is when I roll over in the night still half asleep and reach for you only to find that you aren’t there. Because I wake up in a daze looking for you, and when I can’t find you I realise that you chose not to be here and you chose to let me walk the road of life without you. And life is full of choices but how I wish you’d chosen to face the world with me.
I wish you took me with you the night you left.I don’t want to remember.”
– The night you left. (via missinyouiskillingme)
I don’t care who the fuck you are, or what you’re doing. You can take 3 seconds to reblog this.
I miss you..That last comment broke my heart..