Everyone’s broken. Everyone is probably trying their fucking hardest just to get through.

I’m cutting people a little more slack today.

But just today.

Maybe this is just me, but it probably isn’t.

Yesterday, I was among friends. I was with people who I love and who love me. Yet when I knew I was going to cry, I took myself away and put myself in a closed room.

There’s something wrong with masculinity when you’re in a situation where you need support and the first thing you do is distance yourself from the people who would actually support you.

I don’t know how, but it feels like we have to fix that.

Yesterday some friends were over and we were talking about a wide range of things. For some reason, we were trying to remember the name of a specific painkiller.


Fentanyl, man.

As soon as we remembered the name, I started thinking back. I couldn’t do a thing about it. Full tears rolled all the way down my face. I walked into another room put my head in my hands and sobbed over a thing that happened two years ago.

It would be nice, more than nice, if this would stop. It no longer feels reasonable or acceptable.

You’re a great crowd.

During the period 2003-12, there have been 2617 homicides in Australia, or around 23 times the number of all victims of terrorism since 1978. There have been over 8500 victims of car accidents (just car accidents, not pedestrian deaths or accidents involving other types of vehicles). There have been over 22,800 suicides in that time. So clearly terrorism isn’t comparable to common threats to the lives of Australians — even the extraordinarily rare fate of being murdered is vastly more common than terrorism.

Terrorism numbers compared to causes of death | Crikey


I'm awake. She's asleep. I touched her hair.

  1. Me: Are you ok, beautiful?
  2. Her: (groggy) I was dreaming of a Sausage McMuffin. Then I woke up and I didn't have one.
  3. Me: Then you better go back to sleep.
  4. Her: But it's after 10.30 in sleep. I don't want a burger.


I’ve always thought there ought to be a flag for images and albums on your phone’s photo library that hid and encrypted them and required a separate password to unlock/view/sync..

It would have stopped my mum seeing my cock-shots dozens of times when she just wanted to scroll through my holiday snaps.

Or whatever.

"It’s been a nightmare and I haven’t slept in 34 hours, now. 4chan users are harassing me with non-stop phone calls and emails. They email me constantly, emailing saying they’ll hack my personal websites and keep calling my phone, calling me a fag and then hanging up. They also said they’ll hack my mum’s site, so I took it down," he told BuzzFeed.

Hunt begins for hacker behind Jennifer Lawrence nude photo theft


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