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cryptidtumbleweed · 1 year ago
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The amount of people I've seen hate on a literal child over hair color as if that's what makes him the character and nothing else is wild
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corpsecoochie · 1 year ago
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I get what you’re saying but tbh my friend telling me she hated my bf and that he was horrendous to be around, that she would have to break our friendship over it, KEPT me from that shitty relationship that very well could have become abusive if I stayed. It was the only wake up call I was going to listen to. If she had even just said she didn’t like him but took a softer line I would have staid. Shitty (note she said shitty… not even abusive) Bf haters among other women who speak up about how shitty they are and take a firm line help us all I think. His behavior wasn’t my fault but I was his enabler!!! I did confirm to him while with him that he was ok and I did invite him to events with my friends who he was shitty to. And I did keep making excuses for him and acted like my friends were hysterical, liars, overdramatic. His behavior was his, but mine was mine. And that was a sick truth I needed to hear to get out.
Kind of icky that I have to post this publicly on my page because you sent it anonymously, so now everyone gets to read about a decades worth of trauma that I have, but what can I say? I still struggle with the idea that I don’t have to defend myself or explain my abuse to people who don’t care. Buckle up mutuals! 😎
That’s great that that was YOUR situation, but it was not mine lol. Not even a little bit.
He isolated me (I was easy to isolate anyway since my whole family is pretty abusive…yknow, something proven to influence the types of relationships we get into) hours away from anything and everything I knew. I was not allowed to have my own bank account or a job, so I had no money to escape with. I was not allowed to learn how to drive (though I also have epilepsy so I still can’t lmao), so I couldn’t drive my ass out, and the nearest shelter was over an hour drive away. On top of that, because of how little I knew as an adult, it kept me scared that even if I got out…what would I do? How would I survive?
The point I think you’re missing is that I didn’t enable shit. I didn’t invite him anywhere. I didn’t take him anywhere. I went where HE wanted me to go when HE allowed me to go. I did not have friends of my own for him to bother. They were all HIS friends because he isolated me in HIS hometown, a town I’d never been to before in my life. The only friends I had were long distance…so explain how I enabled him to piss them off if they’d never even met lol? Especially because he was your classic abuser-
He was charming. He was funny. Everyone adored him, so much so that when I finally came out with proof of all the abuse….nobody even believed me. They saw videos of him beating the shit out of me and all they could say was “what did you do to make him do that!?” I tell people he forced me to marry him and they all say the same exact thing- “no he didn’t!” When I insist he did, they say the same exact thing- “what, did he hold a gun to your head and march you down to the court house!?”
You can make up whatever excuse you want- I won’t dignify further anonymous messages with an answer. I know my truth and I know that the post this is coming from is incredibly fucked up. INCREDIBLY fucked up. You’re taking women who were beaten down to nothing, and blaming THEM for keeping abusive partners around. If you want to blame victims of domestic violence, that’s a you problem and I hope you seek therapy for it to heal whatever part of you thinks that it’s the same thing as bringing “just some dickhead bf” around your friends. It’s not. It’s really fucking not.
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actressposts · 28 days ago
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amanitacurses · 8 months ago
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cassettemoon · 2 years ago
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You are eight years old
You have to kill your dad
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twistedappletree · 1 year ago
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thinking about that scene in MDZSQ when Lan Sizhui gets yeeted into oblivion and Jin Ling looks all smug before getting yeeted into oblivion seconds after
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buttercup-barf · 1 year ago
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Headspace Kel would definitely bite Pizzahead's face off.
Agree?
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"LET BASIL GO, YOU JERK!"
"My, my, aren't'cha a rowdy one!"
"Kel, be careful!"
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aoitakumi8148 · 2 months ago
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𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓤𝓹 𝓐𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓷... 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓖𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷...
𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒 ‹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅› 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ‹𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃› 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜?
I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to be eventually bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are ‹clawing› at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...
The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.
Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of ‹insult-betrayal-contempt›. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is merciless a priori, დ/დ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a 𝓟 son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉... 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊... 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈...
While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.
I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is ‹cut open› too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brim with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.
I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the ‹strings of abuse/child neglect/lies› are finally cut. Tell me to ‹celebrate›. Tell me that both 𝓟inocchio/I are wrong x naive, ‹fix› me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.
Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.
Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me ‹feed on› the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been ‹roused› again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The ‹lash› of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.
𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝐿𝒪𝒫 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟙/𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇.
...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to ‹merge› with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your ‹dehydrated› pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and ‹unmasks› the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. ✒
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pastelaspirations · 2 days ago
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I’ll never forget you babes 😭💔😔🥺
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I finally come back to tumblr and t h i s is what I see. That's it, I'm done, I'm uninstalling tumblr. Bye everyone, it's Honey's fault-
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pororoh · 1 year ago
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“ Instead of worrying about her. . . worry about your own skin ! ”
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wristglitter · 5 months ago
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andy-clutterbuck · 1 year ago
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ghostlytableteehee · 6 months ago
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Pulls up with Ben and Taylor's kid
he looks like a stoner 😔
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"That's radical my brother 🥴💨"
Theyre (mostly) gonna be different ages cuz thinking about it, it would all depend if they'd be ready or not so (hopefully you get what I mean)
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darkheartedprince · 1 month ago
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" . . . I've been told that a talented mouth will get you far. Clearly , that's correct . "
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recreationalfanfics · 1 year ago
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All u gotta do to get away from Altaïr is hop into the nearest body of water since he can't swim. Just tread water and watch him pace and freak out from the shore
This made me ugly laugh, omg-
LITERALLY ALTAÏR JUST STANDING ON THE SHORE LIKE A DOG WITH AN ELECTRIC FENCE AROUND HIM. Imagine everytime his darling is mad at him, they just swim out into the water and stuff and he just yells at them before he's all: "WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS."
Or, like, he just has a fucking row boat at the ready and he's all: "You have until the count of three before I row you back to land." and you threaten to capsize the boat in response.
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biitchcakes · 1 month ago
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Jessica's profile preview on the superhero dating app, Starkdate . i want to plot around this silly idea so bad tbh.
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