on the first day of classes professors will usually ask us to fill out a little notecard with our name, pronouns, major, and email. one dude in one of my history classes was very clearly one of those Anti-SJW Bullshit People and went “Uhhh pronouns? Ha, what’s that supposed to mean? I’m clearly a dude I don’t understand what you’re asking” and the professor just looked him in the eye and went “If you don’t know what a pronoun is then maybe a college level course isn’t for you” and i think about her every single day of my life
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“Maybe, I really do love you, after all, you’re the face I see when I stand in front of the ocean, you’re the one I miss when I’m busy having fun. You’re the one I look for in a crowded room. You’re the one I keep loving without being loved back. They say to let go, but it feels as if I’m cheating on my own heart if I do. Because you’re what home feels like, and my heart takes comfort in you. So how am I supposed to change the way I love and keep coming back to you, if nothing can change the way I see you?”
the hardest thing about accepting that you don’t want me is trying not to question my worth in the process.
“There’s just something about you I’m scared to lose, because I know I won’t find it in anyone else.”
I know you know there’s something between us, but it seems you can’t get past the fear in your head, of what we could be..
“Perhaps the saddest thing, Is that one moment, you’re in love, or you’re best friends, or you’re in a committed relationship, And the next; you’re just a nuisance, you’re blocked without any good explanation, you’re just another stranger. Or worse yet, you’re forgotten completely.”
— Excerpt from a Book I’ll Never Write, Perhaps the Saddest Thing

