I need to stop getting upset about shit I have no control over, and taking said shit out on my heavy bag because it is alway an impulsive move/I don’t take the time to wrap my hands and I end up looking like Ryan Gosling in whatever art house film he just did covered in blood.
“Damn, I was lonely that autumn. I wished for a girl I could hang out with. I never
really did anything to meet girls, too shy, too fucked up. Autumn makes
me think of women”—Henry Rollins (via watch-him-die)
have you noticed that when someone goes ‘i was bitten by a dog once and now I’m kinda wary around them’ most people are like ‘aw, I understand’ but if a woman says she’s been raped/abused by men in the past and is now scared of them she gets told she’s paranoid and needs to get over it?
I noticed that.
have you noticed that when a dog bites a person, it gets put down