but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you
We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capable of rational thinking and understanding.
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it.
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them.
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed.
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?
How can you not reblog something like this
THAT IS WHAT I WAS TRYING TO EXPLAIN YESTERDAY ^ OMG
Anyone who witnessed my flailing last week will know that I recommend the shit out of this book. The world was beautifully fleshed out, the characters were dynamic and interesting and the writing style grabbed me in a way no epic fantasy has for quite some time.
That said, I do have some nitpicks (because, let’s face it, this is me).
[spoilers under the cut]
got this as a gift a few years ago. fabulous, fabulous book! ten out of ten do recommend.
Why is it that the moment I try to sleep is when my brain decides to start playing a marathon of the Every Horrible Moment In Your Miserable Life show? I hate this show, brain. If you’re going to play reruns just show me Castle or NCIS or something.
n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.
It’s no one else’s fault that you aren’t that
I don’t get this shit