I could use a Latte

Matthew: French and Ontarian, 1984, Raver, Philosopher, Snowboarder, Martial Artist, Camper, Agnostic, Book-Lover, Driver, and I still think Tumblr is weird.
ALL I WANT FROM LIFE IS TO KNOW HOW TO COOK A SMORES! THEY ALWAYS BURN OR CRUMBLE OR DIE!
THAT IS MY AMERICAN DREAM.

ALL I WANT FROM LIFE IS TO KNOW HOW TO COOK A SMORES! THEY ALWAYS BURN OR CRUMBLE OR DIE!

THAT IS MY AMERICAN DREAM.

(via laceyj)

You want to say Hi to the cute girl on the subway. How will she react? Fortunately, I can tell you with some certainty, because she’s already sending messages to you. Looking out the window, reading a book, working on a computer, arms folded across chest, body away from you = do not disturb. So, y’know, don’t disturb her. Really. Even to say that you like her hair, shoes, or book. A compliment is not always a reason for women to smile and say thank you. You are a threat, remember? You are Schrödinger’s Rapist. Don’t assume that whatever you have to say will win her over with charm or flattery. Believe what she’s signaling, and back off.

If you speak, and she responds in a monosyllabic way without looking at you, she’s saying, “I don’t want to be rude, but please leave me alone.” You don’t know why. It could be “Please leave me alone because I am trying to memorize Beowulf.” It could be “Please leave me alone because you are a scary, scary man with breath like a water buffalo.” It could be “Please leave me alone because I am planning my assassination of a major geopolitical figure and I will have to kill you if you are able to recognize me and blow my cover.”

On the other hand, if she is turned towards you, making eye contact, and she responds in a friendly and talkative manner when you speak to her, you are getting a green light. You can continue the conversation until you start getting signals to back off.

The fourth point: If you fail to respect what women say, you label yourself a problem.

There’s a man with whom I went out on a single date—afternoon coffee, for one hour by the clock—on July 25th. In the two days after the date, he sent me about fifteen e-mails, scolding me for non-responsiveness. I e-mailed him back, saying, “Look, this is a disproportionate response to a single date. You are making me uncomfortable. Do not contact me again.” It is now October 7th. Does he still e-mail?

Yeah. He does. About every two weeks.

This man scores higher on the threat level scale than Man with the Cockroach Tattoos. (Who, after all, is guilty of nothing more than terrifying bad taste.) You see, Mr. E-mail has made it clear that he ignores what I say when he wants something from me. Now, I don’t know if he is an actual rapist, and I sincerely hope he’s not. But he is certainly Schrödinger’s Rapist, and this particular Schrödinger’s Rapist has a probability ratio greater than one in sixty. Because a man who ignores a woman’s NO in a non-sexual setting is more likely to ignore NO in a sexual setting, as well.

So if you speak to a woman who is otherwise occupied, you’re sending a subtle message. It is that your desire to interact trumps her right to be left alone. If you pursue a conversation when she’s tried to cut it off, you send a message. It is that your desire to speak trumps her right to be left alone. And each of those messages indicates that you believe your desires are a legitimate reason to override her rights.

For women, who are watching you very closely to determine how much of a threat you are, this is an important piece of data.

There are just some things…
…I found out a couple years ago that the girl I was dating at that time, had been dating a legit frat boy, and that he more or less “obligated” her to attend Porno Parties where everyone dressed up in the classiest bit of, well, not-dressing up that they could. She kept telling the story, without my prompts, explaining that in the morning, while the boys slept, her and the rest of the girls got up and cleaned the entire house. Not because they had to, but because if they didn’t, it wouldn’t get done, and would remain figuratively destroyed.My point is that she didn’t know why I couldn’t stop laughing at this, why I couldn’t help but judge the whole sad incident, and why I didn’t understand her own feeling cool about being a part of that world.
My message isn’t about not doing things. Do whatever the fuck you want ;) but understand and accept that it’s going to affect things down the road, whether you feel those effects reasonable or not.

There are just some things…

…I found out a couple years ago that the girl I was dating at that time, had been dating a legit frat boy, and that he more or less “obligated” her to attend Porno Parties where everyone dressed up in the classiest bit of, well, not-dressing up that they could. She kept telling the story, without my prompts, explaining that in the morning, while the boys slept, her and the rest of the girls got up and cleaned the entire house. Not because they had to, but because if they didn’t, it wouldn’t get done, and would remain figuratively destroyed.

My point is that she didn’t know why I couldn’t stop laughing at this, why I couldn’t help but judge the whole sad incident, and why I didn’t understand her own feeling cool about being a part of that world.

My message isn’t about not doing things. Do whatever the fuck you want ;) but understand and accept that it’s going to affect things down the road, whether you feel those effects reasonable or not.

(Source: zeldac0re, via comicbooksexlife)

THIS MAN. He knows things.

THIS MAN. He knows things.

nanalew:


“There’s a plane leaving for anywhere you want right now, and in an hour, and in a day, and in a year. You can get out whenever you want, it’s comforting I think.”

No excuses.

nanalew:

“There’s a plane leaving for anywhere you want right now, and in an hour, and in a day, and in a year. You can get out whenever you want, it’s comforting I think.”

No excuses.

And yet that has never, ever, stopped us.

And yet that has never, ever, stopped us.

(Source: brotips)

skyrimconfessions:

One time, i was walking in the woods, when two or three foxes began running alongside me. They didn’t run away, just stayed by my side for about five minutes before continuing on my way. It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.
http://skyrimconfessions.tumblr.com

I’d have soulfucked them *shrugs*

skyrimconfessions:

One time, i was walking in the woods, when two or three foxes began running alongside me. They didn’t run away, just stayed by my side for about five minutes before continuing on my way. It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

http://skyrimconfessions.tumblr.com

I’d have soulfucked them *shrugs*

did-yuo-kno:

—whatdidyousay:

ok… really? the person who made this seriously needs to retake kindergarden. really? really? 
Did you know?
When someone makes a post like this and claims it to be a fact, they’re thought of to be stupid. Also, ANIMALS DON’T HAVE ANY ACCESS TO A COMPUTER WHAT SO EVER!

I thought she was being sarcastic but then she messaged me:

Oh.

ILOVEYOURPOSTSTHEYAREMYFAVORITEDONTEVERSTOP.

did-yuo-kno:

—whatdidyousay:

ok… really? the person who made this seriously needs to retake kindergarden. really? really? 

Did you know?

When someone makes a post like this and claims it to be a fact, they’re thought of to be stupid. Also, ANIMALS DON’T HAVE ANY ACCESS TO A COMPUTER WHAT SO EVER!

I thought she was being sarcastic but then she messaged me:

Oh.

ILOVEYOURPOSTSTHEYAREMYFAVORITEDONTEVERSTOP.