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The Vamp, 1994 by Ellen Von Unwerth
Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.
For the longest time, I thought what I really wanted was somewhere to express how angry or sad I was, but it turns out that what I needed were people and spaces to whom I could show love and tenderness.
- DAMN INTELLIGENT
- VALUABLE AS HELL AND NOT THE LEAST BIT WORTHLESS
- SUPER FUCKING LOVED
- EXTREMELY GOD DAMN INTERESTING
- NOT TO MENTION A HOT PIECE OF ASS
If the mean people in our lives were crappy 100% of the time, it would be easy to leave them. We would shrink from becoming friends with them or jump aboard the nope rocket in the early stages of trouble, and we would feel only relief when they are gone from our lives.
The problem is that very few people are evil all the time. They don’t wear villain costumes purchased at ForeverEvil. They don’t laugh maniacally and stroke their evil goatees while monologuing about their evil plans. They appear in our lives as People-Who-Would-Be-Awesome-Except-For-That-One-Glaring-Problem. They have potential to be awesome, and sometimes they are awesome, and they make us feel awesome, so we relax and let out that breath we’ve been holding in, and then BAM! They show their mean side, and we do a ton of mental work trying to reconcile the mean stuff with the awesome stuff.
Breaking up brings relief, as you lose the constant mental labor of managing the relationship AND the stress of being constantly disappointed and hurt, but it also brings grief. Shitty people who forget your birthday and give little backhanded compliments and gossip about your secrets sometimes give really good hugs, or presents, are your favorite people to get drunk and watch figure-skating with, or were the sole witness to an important time in your life. The good times were real."
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My mother has turned this once again into something I need to apologize for. She has decided that she no longer trusts me because I’ve lied about her to therapists and that our relationship has been a lie. Since “all I do is hurt her” she does not want a relationship with me. She has clearly articulated at least 5 times within the last hour that she doesn’t want a relationship with me. Somehow she has turned me trying to create a healthier relationship with her into me being untrustworthy and rebelling. At least that makes my decision about the 20th easier.
This explains rape perfectly.
if you don’t watch this you are making a mistake
i love this i always have to watch
jfc im shaking
I was raped as a virgin at 15. We must not categorize, generalize, act as if all stories are the same. We must not see a red dot and state the whole painting is one color. Your story is not like them all so it should not be treated as such.
There was no manual for the polite victim.
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