~ Kathryn | 18 | Happily married | Pansexual | WoW fanatic ~ I post pretty much everything on my page. Anything I find pretty or neat gets reblogged. I may post my art occasionally. Maybe. I may also post the stories I write. Might. I won't tag...
Wow you really fucking suck. You're a disgusting human being and toxic to everyone around you, anyone can tell because of the way you try to justify you raping and abusing someone. Gross. Pathetic. Bet you won't post this bc you're a coward, sweety.
You’re wrong there pal. I never committed rape or sexual abuse in any way. That chick feels the need to say I did because she decided afterwards she didn’t like what happened. Yes, I was abusive in ways, but she was as well. I never tried to justify what I did. I merely wanted it known what she did as well. Every one attacked me because I told my side, and they didn’t like to hear that their precious little “deer” was also abusive in the relationship. And everyone blindly follows the little shit that thinks it’s okay to falsely accuse someone of something they DIDN’T DO. No one listens to the other side. “Victims” don’t always tell the truth. Not to mention she has numerous mental illnesses that have warped her memories. What she is claiming happened NEVER HAPPENED. I’m not saying that because I don’t want to be branded with sexual assault. I would own up to that, like I owned up to everything else that happened. I don’t know where in her mind she made up that I raped her, and I find it pretty sad that you people would just blindly follow someone without actual proof that anything happened. No one believes me, everyone blindly follows the bitch, and I feel for men that are wrongly accused by insane women.
That I found a bat this morning. A cute lil bat. An adorable lil thing. It was so cute.
But it was in my car. There was a bat. In my car. Just chillin in the back seat. Eating an Oreo that had probably been lost under my seat since the stone ages.
I noticed him just as I was buckling my seat belt. He just sat there. Munching. Watching me watch it.
It’s 5am lil buddy I have to work. Go home. What are you doing eating sweets for breakfast? That is not good for you, young man. But get out of my car and take your horribly unhealthy breakfast with you.
I was late for work because I spent twenty fucking minutes trying to get a small baby bat out of my car without hurting it or it hurting itself.
Just.
There was a bat eating an Oreo in the back seat of my car this morning lookin at me like “Where we goin, Mom?” and I just don’t know how to go about my day now.
Ya know, once it’s been years since things between us have happened, you really don’t need to be saying my name or speaking about how I was in the past. I know I was an asshole, and I know sorry won’t fix it. You weren’t a saint either. In fact, part of my behavior can be attributed to your decision to tell me you didn’t feel the same anymore yet still kept me around for whatever reason you wanted. I’m not excusing my actions, but I’m telling the version that doesn’t make you look like a saint. You constantly pushed me away and rejected me WHILE WE WERE IN THE RELATIONSHIP. So I acted out. I was battling depression and severe anxiety, probably a few other things as well, so that didn’t make it any easier for me to process what was going on. I made my mistakes, but I admitted what I did was wrong. I went through hell for the next few years because I felt horrible about what I did. I still feel horrible about it, but I have changed who I am and the way I approach relationships and act in them. I am not the same person I was back then, even though you talk like I still am. “Maybe I’m no better than Kathryn.” No. You are no better than who I WAS. Not who I AM. You are making your mistakes like I made mine. However, I understand that it’s got a lot to do with the mental illnesses that you struggle with, unlike you, who took no time to see what may have been causing my behavior and simply chalking it up to me just being a huge douche. Which I was, no lie, but that wasn’t the whole story; that was the little chunk you like to tell. So here, for all to see, yes. I was a huge asshole in my relationship with you, but you weren’t much better, and you still have yet to admit what you did. You can stop speaking of me like I am still that same person. It’s been six years, move the fuck past it, and leave my name out of your mouth. It doesn’t belong there anymore.
-seriously from california to new mexico is terrifying like it’s eight straight hours of pale red desert and the sky is so large that everything, even your car, even your hands, looks like a tenuously small and fragile diorama placed on an endless pale red table and left there to dissolve.
-a gas station that for some reason has large dinosaurs made out of scrap metal. they are 1000% awesome. sometimes they move. take a million pictures.
-a fruit stand that sells the best fruit you have ever eaten. later you won’t quite remember which fruit. strawberries, maybe? peaches?
-small black birds, subtly different in every state. some have gold eyes and some are a little iridescent and some are black from beak to toes. the sparrows they compete with for crumbs look exactly the same wherever you go.
-a completely empty rest stop. no one eats at the concrete tables. no one plays in the tiny strip of grass or gravel. you will find a small and beautiful stone.
-a hawaii license plate, somewhere around ohio. i still don’t know how they get the cars across the ocean. i don’t know why anyone would leave hawaii for ohio. i don’t know why anyone lives in ohio.
-an incredibly weird duck. you had no idea ducks could look so incredibly weird, and you wish you were still ignorant of how incredibly weird ducks can, apparently, look.
-a small folksy roadside waystation that sells fudge and incredibly tacky statues of eagles and wolves and cowboys. if you like fudge, eat the fudge from here.
-a lizard doing pushups. if you are particularly fortunate: many lizards doing pushups.
-approximately one gajillion starbucks shops. don’t bother counting them. it will make you angry.
-a storm somewhere around oklahoma, if you’re lucky. the clouds tower up in fantastic fluffy castles miles and miles into the air and are painted pink and gold and purple and the sky turns a dozen impossible shades of blue and when the rain comes down over your car it sounds like the world is ending.
-weird burrs will stick to your legs. you’ll flick them out of the car eighty or eight hundred miles from where their parent plant was grown, and not be sure whether you should wish the little hitchikers well or not.
-a dog wearing sunglasses with his head hanging out of a car window. this will be the high point of the trip.
-the world’s most depressing restaurant. you will know it when you wind up there and have to eat the terrible food, and listen to the terrible music, and look at all the listless waiters and want to tell them get in my car, for god’s sake get in, i’ll take you out of whatever crapsack little town this is that you can’t get out of on your own. but you won’t say that because it’s rude. maybe they have family here. maybe they even like it here.
-a painting of a sailboat in a motel located at least a hundred miles from any significant body of water.
-several genuinely hilarious postcards. buy them.
-a cat that will not let you pet it. this will be the low point of the trip.
-corn. so much corn you will get scared. who the fuck is going to eat all this corn?
-a small stream in some small woods and the light will come down perfectly and the water will be beautiful and the grass will be beautiful and there will be flowers maybe or the leaves of the trees are starting to turn gold and there are birds chirping and it will be so perfect you will want to stand there and stay forever and live in this little magical painting off the side of the highway and be some kind of highway druid. but instead, you’ll get bored after a while, and get back in the car.
if anyone ever wonders why i love america so much despite its many political and cultural flaws, this is why. this post explains it perfectly.
We just bought a cute sofa from an antique shop, while being very obviously a couple and looking like a butch/femme salt and pepper shaker set, and the shop owner wanted to know how long we’d been, and I quote, “hanging out.”
I’ll still laughing at this the next morning.
*gets down on one knee in front of gal pal* *takes out ring* Will you hang out with me?
There was one time I was out shoe shopping with my partner and I was debating buying these cute pastel green shoes. The saleswoman was like “well why don’t we ask your friend here?” I said “oh actually this is my partner.” The woman stared at us blank faced for a few awkward seconds before forcibly smiling and saying, “partner in crime?”
i like how this doesn’t necessarily state who or what bit jim carrey
like, for all we know, this could be alluding to an incident in which the director just up and snapped, mauling the shit out of jim carrey with his teeth and nails
