Utopia

هر وقت میبینم مردی جوری جدا و تند تند راه میره که سینگل به نظر برسه سریع اون ick رو میگیرم .

Men should be Protectors not princesses .

Male loneliness epidemic

تو دنیایی که میزان تحصیلات ارجحیت داره بر اخلاق و رفتار نمیشه زندگی کرد

دیگه نسل زن خوب و خونه دار و آشپز و بچه بیار و بشور و بساب تموم شد جمع شد و رفت . اگه راست میگید اگه مرد هستید خودتونو جمع کنید

از چه چیز زن میترسید که این همه جرم و جنایت میکنید؟؟؟؟؟ از همه چیزش . زن خلقت ارزشمند الهیه و باید اونوقت اینجوری باهاش رفتار بشه؟؟؟

چرا همیشه رفتار زن باید زیر نظر باشه از بالا تا ما تحت زن چک و بررسی بشه ولی مردها نه؟؟؟؟؟

چرا همیشه زن باید مقصر باشه؟
چرا همیشه انگشت اتهام باید به سمت قربانی گرفته بشه؟
چرا فقط زن باید خودش و پوششش رو کنترل کنه و مرد نباید نگاهش و رفتارش رو حفظ کنه؟
چرا جامعه بیشتر از مردا حمایت می‌کنه تا زنا؟؟؟؟
که مردا هر غلطی دلشون خواست بکنن و عادی سازی بشه براشون ؟؟؟؟
تموم دنیا حول زن می‌چرخه اگر زن ها نباشن شما هیچی نیستید .
هر چند الان هم دارید می‌میرید از شدت نیاز که به این کارا دارید دست میزنید .

من اگه همچین پسری داشتم که نخواهم داشت تا آخر عمرم تو خجالت زندگی میکردم

What's happening to this worlddddddd I wanna leaveeeee

The doll people are alive!
Or so they say
You can never trust
Never trust the art these days

History repeats itself

The doll people are not men
They are made of ass and glass
Our skin is clay and painted blue
Our head can detach
We are statues with a pulse
We are art you can fuck
The doll people are quiet
What is there to say?
Art does not interpret itself
There are men with a day to save
We are paintings with legs
We are art you can fuck

Drink the dolls
Legs spread like butter
We are wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother
Oh, the beauty and the buyer, take the screaming one because
A woman who doesn't want it is much hotter than one that does
Wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother
Wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother
The doll people are alive!
Or so they say
You can never trust
Never trust the art these days
To be admired takes precedence over admiring
To be desired takes importance over desiring
Drink the dolls
Legs spread like butter
We are wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother
The beauty and the buyer, take the screaming one because
A woman who doesn't want it is much hotter than one that does
Paint popping off of us like rockets
Stepped right out of a fantasy, the words still stuck to our pockets
The beauty and the buyer, take the screaming one because
A woman who doesn't want it is much hotter than one that does
The doll people are gone
They don't know what happened
They looked under our skirts one morning
But all they saw were maggots
They bang their head on the wall
They fucked the art on that afternoon
The dolls are off running and laughing together
Swimming in the milk of the moon

...... Listen!!!

I blaim the parents

Normalizing teaching your sons real human behaviors .

These types of men don't exist anymore, welcome to the new world.

The fact that even her friends didn't do anything