Me: Sees a male-female close friendship that never turns into romance and is instead a platonic relationship where both of them support and care for one another without any expectation for anything else
Me: Starts applauding while tears of joy roll down my face unheeded
i wish more people said that being single is normal
and you’re not going to meet and marry someone
and that’s fine
and if marriage happens, it happens. and it’s not the next big ticket to check off in life’s checklist
because not everyone meets someone they want to marry. and that’s normal
you’re not broken or unfulfilled if you are single
Being single means you’re not so desperate to be paired that you’ll be in a relationship regardless of your own needs or desires, and I 100% support people who choose to be single, whether it’s because you haven’t found someone who fits with you or because you don’t want to date at all, either right now or ever.
You do not need to be in a romantic relationship to be complete. You are already complete.
I hate when I ship a male and female character together and some people immediately screech “nNNONONONO…they cANNOT BE STRAIGHT…u cannnNNOT DO THATT…wwhhhYY Do stRAIGHT people ruiIN EVERYTHing…”
Hey guess what
1. I’m not straight and I don’t appreciate people who assume my sexuality
2. A guy in a girl in a relationship doesn’t automatically make them ‘straight’ lmao but thanks for erasing bi/pansexuality you piece of shit
2. Honestly I don’t think I headcanon a single character as “straight” and that doesn’t change just because they’re shipped with the opposite gender so shut the fuck up.Also:
There’s nothing wrong with straight relationships?? Just because this is tumblr it doesn’t mean everything is gay alright.^^^^^^^^^^^^^
i get kind of annoyed with overglorification with sex scenes like okay I get it its great but honestly its not that great I’d rather watch progress between two people helping one another or a person learning how to be more independent in their life not just because Debra made big johnny hard (those are characters I made up on the spot they aren’t real)
im so goddamn tired of the idea that a romantic/couple-based story can’t be interesting without internalized drama. im so goddamn tired of shows that finally get their main will-they-won’t-they couple together only to break them up again four minutes later because they don’t know how to write interesting drama that doesn’t involve putting the characters at odd with each other as opposed to facing oncoming problems together from their newly united or strengthened relationship. im so goddamn tired of falling back on the same unimaginative bullshit for lack of actual interesting plot development. im so goddamn tired of writers not trying.
i see all these posts around here that are like “date someone who…” and all that’s fine and good but like i feel like they focus on cutesy stuff and leave some really important stuff out. so like yes, date someone who you can watch netflix with and pet dogs with and make waffles with but also
- date someone who will call you out on your shit
- date someone who thinks the sun shines out of your ass, but also knows you’re not perfect and will offer the support you need to change and grow
- date someone who doesn’t passively accept your flaws, but recognizes them and helps you deal with them
- date someone who you can disagree with but still love and care for all the same
- date someone who can understand where you’re coming from and help you through your rough times
- date someone who won’t enable your negative, self-destructive habits and tendencies
- date someone who doesn’t think “you’re perfect don’t ever change” but rather “i love you and will help and support you in whatever changes you need to make”
- date someone who sees you not as a perfect lover but as a human being and who wants to be with you even though they can see all your faults
basically date someone who’s going to be with you, not just worship you. and more importantly, be this person for your SO. do not put them on a pedestal and call it love.
When I was five, and romance didn’t exist, I was a boy, and I was friends with a girl, and it didn’t matter, because why would it? We did everything together a normal couple of friends would do together, until we grew a little more and went on to different schools and didn’t see each other anymore.
So then I was eight. I was still a boy, and I was friends with a different girl now. She was confident and clever and bold, and we played games together during the lunch hour and went to each others houses after school.
“You fancy her,” the other children would say. I’d frown, say of course I didn’t, and why would I? We were friends, and that’s all. So we ignored the comments and carried on as we were, until her mother wouldn’t let me go to her birthday parties, because I’d be the only boy, and that would be “inappropriate”.
We didn’t stay in touch after school. I cried, when she didn’t respond to my letters – because I didn’t understand. Years of friendship: did it mean nothing to her? And then I’d remember her mother, and I’d realise what the problem was. I was a boy, and she was a girl. That was all there was to it.
So then I was twelve, I was friends with boys because I was a boy, and I only wanted someone to spend time with at lunch. But according to them, every girl I spoke to was a friend-with-benefits, and eventually I drifted away from them because I wasn’t interested in talking about sports and sex and risk-taking like they seemed to be. Instead, I talked to girls.
So then I was fifteen, and my friendship group was entirely female. I got called gay, a lad, a player, and all sorts of other things by almost everyone: boys and girls alike – but I ignored them. I liked being friends with girls, so what was the problem? Live and let live, I thought.
So one day I invited a friend over to the fair in town with me, and she came, and we enjoyed the day together without any hassle at all. Going back to school, however, changed that.
“Did you hear they fucked behind the public toilets,” people were saying. “They went on a date together.”
I said that wasn’t true – I didn’t have feelings for her that way.
“But you obviously fancy her,” they replied.
“No,” I told them, truthfully. “I don’t.”
Shortly afterwards, the girls I was friends with all organised a party, which I wasn’t invited to.
“It’s a sleepover,” they said. “Girl stuff.”
“Oh,” I said. “Okay. Girl stuff.”
They used that expression a lot over the next few years. Trips to the cinema – going out together… And eventually I realised that I was an outsider. They didn’t tell me things anymore. I wasn’t let in on their secrets, and if I ever asked, I’d be told I wouldn’t understand – and it was inappropriate I should ask.
So I stopped asking, and my friends drifted further and further away. I never understood why I was an outsider, until I saw a picture of them at the prom I didn’t bother going to, because I knew I would have no one to go with. There were my friends in the pretty dresses I’d helped them choose, with a guy in the centre of the picture, in a smart suit and slicked back hair. That would have been me, if I’d gone. And it always will be.
And then I realised why I could never be as close with them as they are with each other. I’m a guy. And they are girls. It’s as simple as that. Guys never understood me being friends with girls, but that was fine, because the girls were okay with it. But on the day the girls stopped seeing me as just a person they could be friends with, everything changed.
And so here I am. I’m eighteen. I am not gay, actually: nor am I romantically interested in any of my friends. What I do know is, that we’re about to go on a group holiday together, and I’ve been told not to even come into the corridor outside their room whilst they’re getting changed, in case the door swings open and I “see something I shouldn’t” – as if I’d actually care, or be the kind of guy who watched for that sort of thing. And I’ve realised it doesn’t matter how nice I am, no girl is ever going to see me as an equal. I will always be a guy, to them. And they will always be a girl.
And guys and girls can never be “just friends”, right? There always has to be something more. Whether I want it or not, there always has to be that potential.
“Going on holiday with three ladies are you?” the ticket seller asked me. “Fair enough…”
And I said nothing, because I was sick of saying “not in that way”. I was tired of telling people that I wasn’t interested in the girls I was friends with. I was bored of trying to be seen as just a friend in their eyes, too. And if even they couldn’t see me as an equal, how could anyone else ever believe me, when I told them boys and girls could just be friends?
So don’t tell them my gender doesn’t isolate me. Because it does. And don’t complain to me about being in the friend zone. Because I’ve been fighting to get there all my life.
this was really powerful stuff
“And don’t complain to me about being in the friend zone. Because I’ve been fighting to get there all my life.”
I love this.
Can we please stop making fun of people who are over 20 and are still virgins
Can we please stop making fun of people who are not interested in sex/are repulsed by sex
Can we please stop making fun of people who aren’t interested in a sexual or romantic relationship
Protect platonic male/female friendships at all costs.
Write them. Read about them. Demand them. Decide the Harry and Sally law of “all male/female friendships will become romantic” is a bunch of bull and kick it to the curb.
Screw the guy getting with his girl best friend being the end of every romantic comedy. Have the guy go to his friend for advice. Have the girl tell him when he screws up. Have them sitting on the porch when the sun sets, talking about their day. Have them hug and laugh, and shout for joy, and never feel pressured to bring them in for that expected kiss.
Not all soulmates are romantic. We should stop acting like it.
characters in a movie after dating for a 2 weeks: i love you i cant live without you
me: what the fuck? what the fuck
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