#blog: memories

[adult-human-gc-female]

Found this post today, and together with my experience of narcissistic abuse it kinda clicked.

People say what this person wants to hear.

✨ But this is not enough. ✨

People should sit like this person wants. People should think like this person wants.

They always want to control everything. Just like my abuser did. This is why I was always been so bothered by the pronouns. Because it is nothing less but control over the way I speak and think.

[dandelionjack]

on tumblr you can say words such as ‘doctor who is like mythology to me. it’s like an ongoing cosmogonic folktale’ and you will recieve 5 notes from people that are willing to indulge your insanity. in real life you say things like how are the kids and was your holiday fun and the weather’s lovely this morning. and i think that’s beautiful. autism.com/careers

[liampaynememorial]

Honoring Liam Payne: A memorial across time and space

As we continue to process the heartbreaking news of Liam’s passing, I’ve created this tumblr as a space where we can come together and remember him.

Several of you, including some anons, suggested the idea of holding an online memorial, especially for those who can’t attend the services being held in various cities. I believe this is a beautiful way to honor him and support one another.

I’ll be posting more details on Monday, as it’s quite late now and I’ll be travelling tomorrow to attend one of the memorials. But I wanted to get this blog up and running to share a date and a way for us to contribute.

We’ll be holding the online memorial on October 29th. The time doesn’t matter — just join in whenever it’s October 29th where you are, so everyone can participate in their own time. What can you share?

You can contribute in any way that feels right for you —whether it’s edits, fan art, poems, a personal note or letter, song lyrics, gif sets, your favorite photos of him, special moments, stories… Just tag me and I’ll make sure to reblog it.

Please, take care and be gentle with yourselves during this time. I’m sending love and strength to all of you 💕

[visuac]

and there i was, all well up on our tree house thinking this is all there is to the world

[somerandomdudelmao]

If you ever want more, or would like some for friends or whatever, then I'm more than happy to make some and send them.

I saved the orca mold, although I have lots of others should you want something different.

Very glad you liked them. I hope Hoddi liked her stuff too.

Oh, my God, wait I REMEMBER I remember you! I was confused because the name on the letter didn't match anyone I know. Oh, my God Come here let me give you a hugthankyousomuch

Hoddy loved it. She smiled and giggled with me and I'm sure her apartment is full of bunnies now ehehjfkgkh

[virtualimouto]

[girltalkcollectives]

The Dark Side of ‘Boys Will Be Boys’

I still remember sitting in the principal’s office, knees scraped and uniform dirty, trying not to cry while explaining why I pushed Tommy back on the playground. For weeks, he’d been pulling my hair, chasing me during recess, and ruining my art projects. That day, he’d grabbed my favorite hair ribbon and thrown it in a puddle.

The principal’s response? A warm smile and those words I’ll never forget: “Oh sweetie, he’s only mean because he likes you! Boys don’t know how to show their feelings at this age.”

I was six. That was my first lesson that my discomfort was less important than a boy’s feelings.

And before anyone jumps in with “boys will be boys” or “it’s not that serious” — let me tell you how that lesson played out over the years.

By fourth grade, I stopped telling teachers when boys would snap my bra strap because I was tired of hearing “that means they think you’re pretty!” I learned to be flattered by harassment before I even knew what harassment was.

In middle school, when Jake wouldn’t stop following me between classes and grabbing my backpack, my own mom said, “He probably just doesn’t know how to tell you he has a crush!” So I stopped mentioning it, even when it escalated to him “accidentally” running into me at my locker every day.

“But they’re just boys!” people say. “Stop making everything so serious!”

Okay, let’s talk about how “just boys” grow up.

That same Jake who learned his harassment was “just showing affection”? By high school, he was the guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer at parties. But hey, he “just liked me,” right?

Tommy from first grade? Last I heard, he had multiple harassment complaints at his college. But I bet someone’s still saying “boys will be boys!”

And me? I spent years unlearning the idea that love is supposed to hurt. Years figuring out that someone making me uncomfortable isn’t a compliment. Years understanding that my instincts were right all along — I wasn’t being “too sensitive,” he wasn’t being “sweet,” it wasn’t “just a crush.”

To everyone saying “it’s not that deep” or “stop overthinking” — you’re part of the problem. Because while you’re dismissing these “little” incidents, girls are learning lessons that follow them into adulthood:

When my first boyfriend threw my phone because he was “passionate?” I heard: “He’s only mean because he likes you!”

When my college classmate wouldn’t stop asking me out after ten nos? I remembered: “He just doesn’t know how to show his feelings!”

These aren’t separate issues. They’re the same lesson playing out over years.

We’re teaching girls that love looks like discomfort.

That harassment means attraction.

That their boundaries matter less than boys’ feelings.

That being hurt means being loved.

And to those saying “not all boys are like that” — you’re missing the point. It’s not about all boys. It’s about what we teach ALL girls about what they should accept.

Because that six-year-old girl with scraped knees grew up to be a woman who had to relearn what love actually looks like. Who had to realize that real love doesn’t pull your hair, push you down, or make you cry.

So no, it’s not “just boys being boys.”

It’s not “making a big deal out of nothing.”

It’s not “too serious.”

It’s the first chapter in a book too many girls have to unwrite later.

And maybe if we stopped telling little girls that harassment means love, we’d have fewer women trying to convince themselves that abuse means passion.

[himbo-in-limbo]

Glamrock Bonnie's the type of guy who'd flirt with Freddy all the time, but the moment Freddy flirts back he immediately overheats

I’d like to think this is how their relationship started…..

[thisischeri]

The Sims 2, 2004

instagram: cheri.png

[plastic-rainbows]

Crayola color sticks

[borderlesbian]

memories come in waves, and today im fucking drowning

[prokopetz]

Jeopardy, except all the clues are sourced from those Tumblr posts where people are trying to crowdsource the title of this piece of media they saw/heard/read/played once when they were eight years old and have only a handful of oddly specific details they’re certain about, at least half of which are outlandishly misremembered.

[autismdogg]

trick or treating

[templetv]

the way I crave a parent who, not only loves me, but likes me, and notices me is so so embarrassing

[aglionbyacademia]

“And third, most importantly, Gansey was outrageously and eternally driven to distraction by the image of her behind the wheel of his car”

someone come get him, our boy is being a pathetic simp again

[virtualimouto]

Girls be like "I want a loser bf waah waaah" but then when they get a bf who panics when they don't reply immediately, who spams them with I love yous, who wakes them at three am asking for kisses, who skips showering to talk to them, who has no one but them because he's so awful with making friends, who makes them the center of his world, they're like "He was kinda clingy :/" make it make sense (I love my loser bf)

Same goes for girlfriends.. u want a crazy gf but as soon as she cries because you called her pretty, freaks out because you spoke to someone that isn't her, would rather die than be without you, cuts for you and begs you to kill her, you end up freaking out and she becomes the "crazy ex" make it make seeeense