having sex with women is a humiliation ritual

[Gengar]

you’re supposed to strip down everything, your body, your dignity, your fears, and offer it up to someone who at best tolerates you, and at worst judges you for it

they tell you it’s normal to be vulnerable with women, that it’s healthy, but deep down, you know that every crack you show gets filed away, every weakness you confess becomes invisible ammo, even if they never use it out loud

you’re not being loved, you’re being tolerated for as long as you stay useful, entertaining, or desirable enough to justify your presence.

it’s not vulnerability that feels wrong, it’s who you’re expected to give it to
real vulnerability should be reserved for your brothers, the ones who’ve seen you fall apart and didn’t flinch, the ones who know you’re broken and stand closer anyway

they tell you "trust is sexy", "emotional intimacy is important" , sure, right up until you cry one (1) time and she feels her uterus shrivel out of disgust, you were never a person to her, you were a vibe, a phase, a disposable dopamine hit with an expiration date, a living breathing "can he provide stability and entertain me?" checklist.

real vulnerability isn’t something you toss at people who are biologically hardwired to lose respect for you the second they sense weakness, you save that for the few brothers who’ve seen the wreckage and decided to sit down in it with you, light a cigarette, and say, "yeah, man, life’s a bitch", the only people who can survive the radioactive wasteland of your psyche are the ones already mutated from exposure

women don't want the real you

most of the time, you don't even want the real you, the only people who can stand the smell of your soul rotting are the ones rotting right next to you, and that’s real loyalty, that's real brotherhood, that’s as straight as it gets.

you wanna know real intimacy?

it's chain-smoking with your bro at 2AM, both of you staring into the darkness and saying "yeah, I'd kill myself but the queue is too long"

it's sending each other the dumbest memes imaginable as a replacement for saying "i love you, bro"

go ahead, bare your soul to a woman, just don’t cry when she folds it into a paper airplane and throws it straight into the sun

and when you’re curled up in a ball wondering where it all went wrong, just remember:
you could have been spooning your best friend platonically on a couch that smells like old doritos instead,
straight, as, hell

Never has been a better moment to be a dateless KHHV than in today's day and age.

 

[ThisCat]

Never has been a better moment to be a dateless KHHV than in today's day and age.

ok oldcel

 

[Gengar]

ok oldcel

You're 19 aren't you? That means you're also an oldcel.

 

[ThisCat]

You're 19 aren't you? That means you're also an oldcel.

were did you get that info

 

[ThisCat]

You're 19 aren't you? That means you're also an oldcel.

im much younger

 

[Gengar]

were did you get that info

im much younger

Idk I assumed you were 19. I was gonna say you'd be an oldcel to 13 year olds and stuff.

 

[ThisCat]

Idk I assumed you were 19. I was gonna say you'd be an oldcel to 13 year olds and stuff.

im 15 brah

 

[Heightpilldealer]

you’re supposed to strip down everything, your body, your dignity, your fears, and offer it up to someone who at best tolerates you, and at worst judges you for it

they tell you it’s normal to be vulnerable with women, that it’s healthy, but deep down, you know that every crack you show gets filed away, every weakness you confess becomes invisible ammo, even if they never use it out loud

you’re not being loved, you’re being tolerated for as long as you stay useful, entertaining, or desirable enough to justify your presence.

it’s not vulnerability that feels wrong, it’s who you’re expected to give it to
real vulnerability should be reserved for your brothers, the ones who’ve seen you fall apart and didn’t flinch, the ones who know you’re broken and stand closer anyway

they tell you "trust is sexy", "emotional intimacy is important" , sure, right up until you cry one (1) time and she feels her uterus shrivel out of disgust, you were never a person to her, you were a vibe, a phase, a disposable dopamine hit with an expiration date, a living breathing "can he provide stability and entertain me?" checklist.

real vulnerability isn’t something you toss at people who are biologically hardwired to lose respect for you the second they sense weakness, you save that for the few brothers who’ve seen the wreckage and decided to sit down in it with you, light a cigarette, and say, "yeah, man, life’s a bitch", the only people who can survive the radioactive wasteland of your psyche are the ones already mutated from exposure

women don't want the real you

most of the time, you don't even want the real you, the only people who can stand the smell of your soul rotting are the ones rotting right next to you, and that’s real loyalty, that's real brotherhood, that’s as straight as it gets.

you wanna know real intimacy?

it's chain-smoking with your bro at 2AM, both of you staring into the darkness and saying "yeah, I'd kill myself but the queue is too long"

it's sending each other the dumbest memes imaginable as a replacement for saying "i love you, bro"

go ahead, bare your soul to a woman, just don’t cry when she folds it into a paper airplane and throws it straight into the sun

and when you’re curled up in a ball wondering where it all went wrong, just remember:
you could have been spooning your best friend platonically on a couch that smells like old doritos instead,
straight, as, hell

That's why I usually kidnap them and put a bag over there face

 

[Gengar]

im 15 brah

You're an oldcel to elementary school kids.

 

[ThisCat]

You're an oldcel to elementary school kids.

and your're a oldcel to everybody (still wuv you)

 

[Gengar]

and your're a oldcel to everybody (still wuv you)

Joever, I'm an oldcel even to grandpas.

 

[ThisCat]

Joever, I'm an oldcel even to grandpas.

agepil is alomst as brutal as dogpil

 

[TheLightOfMyLife]

great thresd

 

[Pento]

you’re supposed to strip down everything, your body, your dignity, your fears, and offer it up to someone who at best tolerates you, and at worst judges you for it

they tell you it’s normal to be vulnerable with women, that it’s healthy, but deep down, you know that every crack you show gets filed away, every weakness you confess becomes invisible ammo, even if they never use it out loud

you’re not being loved, you’re being tolerated for as long as you stay useful, entertaining, or desirable enough to justify your presence.

it’s not vulnerability that feels wrong, it’s who you’re expected to give it to
real vulnerability should be reserved for your brothers, the ones who’ve seen you fall apart and didn’t flinch, the ones who know you’re broken and stand closer anyway

they tell you "trust is sexy", "emotional intimacy is important" , sure, right up until you cry one (1) time and she feels her uterus shrivel out of disgust, you were never a person to her, you were a vibe, a phase, a disposable dopamine hit with an expiration date, a living breathing "can he provide stability and entertain me?" checklist.

real vulnerability isn’t something you toss at people who are biologically hardwired to lose respect for you the second they sense weakness, you save that for the few brothers who’ve seen the wreckage and decided to sit down in it with you, light a cigarette, and say, "yeah, man, life’s a bitch", the only people who can survive the radioactive wasteland of your psyche are the ones already mutated from exposure

women don't want the real you

most of the time, you don't even want the real you, the only people who can stand the smell of your soul rotting are the ones rotting right next to you, and that’s real loyalty, that's real brotherhood, that’s as straight as it gets.

you wanna know real intimacy?

it's chain-smoking with your bro at 2AM, both of you staring into the darkness and saying "yeah, I'd kill myself but the queue is too long"

it's sending each other the dumbest memes imaginable as a replacement for saying "i love you, bro"

go ahead, bare your soul to a woman, just don’t cry when she folds it into a paper airplane and throws it straight into the sun

and when you’re curled up in a ball wondering where it all went wrong, just remember:
you could have been spooning your best friend platonically on a couch that smells like old doritos instead,
straight, as, hell

I’d rather feel love from a woman than a man. A woman truly loving you is the greatest gift a human can ever feel.