A Safe Place for Bats

(all of time, and all of space, and here you are)

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humansofnewyork:

"My ex-boyfriend and I took a three month trip through Southeast Asia, but he left me in Vietnam.""Oh man, what happened?""Oh, you know… I went to Burma, he went to India. I’m emotional, he’s a sociopath."

humansofnewyork:

"My ex-boyfriend and I took a three month trip through Southeast Asia, but he left me in Vietnam."
"Oh man, what happened?"
"Oh, you know… I went to Burma, he went to India. I’m emotional, he’s a sociopath."

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Men and women differ in their language patterns; for example, research suggests that men interrupt women more than women do men (a finding that surprises most men but not most women).
Analyzing English Grammar,  Klammer, Schulz, & Della Volpe, p. 21 (via socio-logic)

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Because here’s the thing about realizing you’re into girls. Hardly anyone I know has ever said, “Am I gay?” in the same way they say, “Hey, do you know what the weather’s supposed to be like tomorrow?” Like they just need to figure out how to dress for the occasion. No, when most people ask, “Am I gay?” they ask it with the kind of urgency they would usually reserve for things like, “Do I strap this parachute to my back and jump from this free falling airplane or do I nose dive into the ocean and hope the sharks don’t eat my remains? SINK OR SWIM? LIVE OR DIE? QUENCH THE FIRE OR BURN ALIVE?” It feels so urgent, and the reason it feels so urgent is because you’re probably not just asking, “Hey, do I want to make out with other girls?”

You’re also probably asking: What the hell are my parents going to say when I tell them I want to kiss other girls? And my friends and my co-workers and my classmates and everyone at my family reunion? And what’s that girl going to say when I tell her I want to kiss her? And how is my life ever going to be OK, and how can I go on being the same, and am I the same, and what else do I not know about what’s alive inside me? And who will still love me and who will start hating me, and is God involved, or the government maybe, and what if it’s only one girl I want to kiss, and how do I label myself and must I label myself, and what if I change my mind and, really, what if I do burn alive?

Heather Hogan (via cathrin3)

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