I’m the genius of myself. I believe that our duty on this planet is to fulfill the wishes and dreams of those that have perished the earth. My current dream is to make the world a better place. The only way to accomplish this, is to lead and teach the next generation by example. I want to die a martyr. In my past life, I believe that I was an island warrior, a samurai, a noble chieftain, a shaman, and a pirate. In this life, I'm a historian, philosopher, writer, hipster, and social deviant.
My name is Sean Edward Sagisi, but you can get to know me by my egos, Mr. Darkness, Mr. White, and Mr. Silver. Play your cards right than perhaps you can meet the man behind the masks. Be for warned, it is lonely on top of the mountain and only an elite few have been able to reach Mount Olympus to see me. Only the virtuous can fly under my banner of truth, justice, and love.
Society forces you to acknowledge traditions, norms, institution and religion. Once this occurs, you simply fail to think for oneself. My personal mantra is to live life by your own values. Times change, but values don't. I suggest to stop living and thinking inside a box of social constraint. Tear it down and simply create your own vessel. Break the chains that bind you. Only than, will you able see with your own eyes and start living life as a free spirit.
~The Ouroboros
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Me too. And, more than that, I’m sick of the people using it.
Women are told almost constantly—by the media, the government, and the overall attitude of society—that our bodies don’t fucking belong to us. The mythical friendzone is just another way for misogynists to enforce that idea while getting to play the victim.
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.
BOOM.
(Source: lolsnaps.com)
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