#endthecycle

[girlactionfigure]

Who is a child? A simple, innocent being, full of dreams, ready to embrace the world with open arms. But when this innocent soul is turned into a weapon of destruction, the line is blurred, and the word 'child' takes on a hauntingly different meaning. 

We find ourselves caught in a whirlwind of manipulation, where a 15-year-old stabs a mother pushing a pram, a 13-year-old pulls the trigger on a father and his son on their way to prayer, a 14-year-old flings Molotov cocktails at a family in their car, and a 16-year-old fights against the IDF. But these aren't mere children anymore; they've been transformed into terrorists.

Our hearts ache, not only for the victims of these harrowing acts but for these children, stripped of their innocence and thrust into a world of violence. Their tender years, which should have been spent in classrooms and playgrounds, are instead marred by bloodshed and terror.

Your outrage is justified, it is needed. But let's direct it where it's due. It's not against those who strive to protect innocent families but at those who rob children of their childhood, manipulating them into becoming tools of terror. We must stand against this horrific exploitation of the young and innocent.

In every child's eyes, we should see a future full of possibilities, not a weapon molded by terror. This is our fight, our challenge, our responsibility—to protect these young minds from being tarnished by hatred, to raise our voice against this terrifying reality, and to ensure that no more children are lost to the darkness of terror.

grouchomaccabee

[kirstyhatespeople]

Silence

Growing up I learnt about silence

The chosen moments where words escaped the tip of your tongue before you could pull them back,

Sinking, sinking into your remorse

That feeling of guilt knowing the silence was your fault

The searing silence,

A kind that came after a crash,

The kind that came after a threat,

A bowl, a plate, a fork, a mug; anything and everything in sight

The angry silence,

Screaming through barricaded doors,

Afraid of seeing the spit from your lips,

That crazed look in your eye

The scared silence,

Trembling against that chest of drawers against the door,

Weak at the knees,

Sobbing from the back of your throat,

From the bottom of your heart

The broken silence,

The doughnut outside the bedroom door,

That unhealthy relationship with food blooming from it's bud,

Forgiveness; but never resolution.

[itsalwaysdark]

im going to take a break from the video game bc im getting frustrated and i am a grown adult man and i cannot be getting mad at videogames i am not my father #endthecycle

[dunphotostudios]

War

by Romeo Duncombe-Clarke

When will we collectively rise to say, “No more”? When will we have the courage to acknowledge that war—no matter the justification given—often serves the interests of a few at the expense of many? I’m not naive enough to believe that conflict can always be avoided. The right to self-defense is fundamental, whether for an individual or a nation. But that right does not extend to the needless taking of lives, the destruction of homes, and the suffering of innocents to serve the ambitions of those who have never known the front lines.

We must ask ourselves: when will we have enough of the bloodshed? When will we refuse to allow warmongers and special interest groups to invoke our names to justify their conquests? The blame rarely falls on the powerful; it’s always the people, the “Americans,” who are left with the blood on their hands while the corporate giants like Lockheed Martin and Boeing profit and escape accountability.

From where I stand, it’s clear that those who are most eager to send a nation into battle are often the ones least likely to suffer the consequences. It’s not their sons and daughters on the front lines; it’s the children of shopkeepers and workers—the ones with the least to gain and the most to lose. And when they return, if they return, they are met with empty gestures and a society eager to move on, leaving them to grapple with the trauma alone. We must ask ourselves: how long will we allow this cycle to continue? When will we demand that our names not be used to justify the unjust?

#NoMoreWar #PeaceOverProfits #EndTheBloodshed #WarProfiteers #SocialJustice #Accountability #WarIsNotTheAnswer #SpeakUp #HumanRights #EndTheCycle #WarAndPeace #JusticeForAll #TraumaOfWar #SayNoToWar

[sp00kysk3lly]

I am NOT promoting suicide !!!

This is something I put in my journal that I write how I’m feeling. It’s the only way I can get my thoughts down sometimes. And because I have absolutely ZERO people to talk to, it’s the only thing that helps.

So before you just assume I’m promoting something, I’m not. I think people need to vent sometimes, I think people need to see the dark part of mental health.

The nights when we’re laying in bed crying our eyes out.

The days where we just wish we never woke up.

The thoughts that go through our brains every single day and every single night. Sometimes 24/7.

It’s about time, people started openly talking about suicide properly! No hiding it, just straight up honesty.

If we feel we have to hide something, then the next generation of kids/teens/young adults are going to hide how they feel too.

#ENDTHECYCLE

[oracleofmania]

Escaping Abuse

At age 18 ( I am 19 right now so I am still in reeling in effects of my abuse and really just started on my journey) after school I drove to a Kroger parking lot. Saw a friend who moved to Missouri in December and we loaded her and her friend's car with my clothes, a few electronics such as my laptop and switch, and my trusty teddy bear. After loading we looked around before I climbed in the backseat laid down and covered my head. Then I left.

I got up and left my abusive family. 18 years of abuse and potentially more if I had stayed now ten hours away from me. And I want to help other people to. While I cannot pull the moves such as driving to your state and grabbing you and whisking you to Missouri. I can give you advise and lend a ear to you so here are general tips if you want to leave your abusers as soon as you hit 18.

Have a friend or a relative that you trust let you stay at their place. Now you gotta talk about this part before hand.

Plan to leave on your birthday (now this step may seem obvious but if you up and leave spontaneously it will undermine your abusers attempts to keep you under their thumb.

Make a list of things you'll need once you are out i.e towels, new clothes, pillows, a matress and so on. My best advice is to get a journal or a google doc and categorize everything you normally do like sleep in your bed, hang up your clothes etc.

Try and save up money so you are not absolutely destitute when you leave.

Keep all important documents close to you and take them when you leave aka Social Security Card and Birth Certificate along with any id you have.

Be prepared to talk to the police. The abusers might file a missing persons report if that happens go to your local women's shelter or safe house and if you have to the police station and hand them a form of official id and tell them that you left on your own terms that you are not in any danger and that you wished to become emancipated from them. Now given the terrible police culture to POC be cautious and try to have them come in a safe house/shelter and make sure a reputable social worker is with you.

Look for homeless and mental health community services into the area you'll be moving to. They help with provisions and getting you into therapy/ on medication so you can start the healing process.

Prepare for the new list of obstacles that will come from this decision such as:

Being prepared to scream at colleges to accept you FASFA because you are a special case emancipation ( you may have to relive trauma because some force you to detail what happened like asshats)

Being forced to accept any job that will take you until you can get a better one.

Living in poverty ( wether technically on your tax forms due benevolent relatively richer families and friends or just being poor like the rest of the family and friends.

Be prepared to go through your trauma again because now that you are in a safe environment your body and mind will essentially go " Oh we're safe now? Okay that means we can fully experience what we've been subjected to for years.'

Be prepared for people who won't understand because some people are so brainwashed with family means everything even if they abused you, that they will not get you and try to convince you that they are the authority on your life.

Be prepared to physically stop yourself from decking the people from 5.

[seascapesandsalt]

Pain and trauma won't make you kind, but you can make yourself kind as a response. Make your own meaning. #quotestagram #recovery #solarpunk #kindnessispunk #endthecycle #anxietyrecovery #queerpoet #kindness #poetrycommunityofig #depressionpoems (at Seattle, Washington State) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7c-T22li3_/?igshid=172vgpt5q3g8g

[legomars]

The power of stepping away.

[superwhoremassacre]

I have cried everyday since you left us.

Every single day.

[crystalwritesthings]

Identifying and understanding the subtleties of narcissistic friendships and finding the strength to leave them. Original content published March 7, 2019 on Medium

[spirituallyverified]

✨Some people enter your life for a season, it’s ok to learn the lessons associated with them and release them ✨ Follow| SpirituallyVerified #lettinggo #letgo #growth #growthmindset #dontchase #selflove #motivationalquotes #seasonslessons #endthecycle #higheralignment #positivevibes https://www.instagram.com/p/Cme3mpxvmb0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[calilili]

"Saint In The #CityOfAngels ™©" https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/saint-in-the-city-of-angels-single/1412492322?app=itunes #InMemoriam mi #Amigo Videl Diaz M. ; #AsylumisLegal #AsylumSeekers #Asylum ; #ChildrensDay #ChildAbuse #DomesticViolence are a sign of #weakness not #strength ; #GivingTuesday #America #SaveOurInnocence #RescueInnocence #TearGas ? #Really ? #DemocracyIsAVerb #EndTheCycle #ChildAbuse #DomesticViolence #DomesticAbuse #HumanRights #WomensRights #Humanity #AsylumSeekers #Immigrants #JustBecause ... https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqq0JUGHf6M/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12wfkrfhmjnqo

[itsalwaysdark]

we had a beautiful baby girl <3 her name is agnes. well technically i havebt seen her so she might be butt ugly. but ill call her beautiful anyway bc shes my daughter #parenting #momtips #mommyblogger #girlmom #positiveparentingtactics #endthecycle #girldad #hesgonnabedoingtheparenting #bcimbusycommittingdeforestationataratehithertounseeninmedievalpoland #iforgothesthecooksoihavetofindanewcook.skull

halpp im playing this game and ig theres like 2 gamemodes. and in the original one you r always a man but im playing the other newer one (which is harder mainlybc the wiki is entirely focused around the other one skull) and im a woman (bc u get to make yr own character). and one small thang that ig they didnt fully think abt is that i got my husband pregnant

[wonderfuldarlingfriend]

#metoo

My mother was assaulted by her own brothers when she was a kid. Because of this, she shied away from sex-related topics and never taught me about my body as a kid. I didn't know I might be targeted. I didn't know there were parts of me that were private. I didn't know I had a right to walk away.

At the age of six, two boys (who were my only friends at the time) assaulted me in the back of a schoolbus under my security blanket. They told me they wouldn't talk to me ever again if I refused, so I didn't stop them. This continued off and on until I moved away over a year later.

At the age of 7, the son of my mom's friend locked me in a rusty RV and said he wouldn't let me out until I made out with him. He locked me in the RV every time our moms hung out. I was convinced this meant I had to marry him when I grew up. I told my parents, and they laughed at how "cute" I was.

At the age of 11, my parents left me with a church family and their 5 kids. The oldest was near my age, and the parents let us stay up later than the others. The third night, he assaulted me. The next night he threatened to make me do it again. When I refused, he insisted I pay him so he wouldn't force me. I paid him and locked my door that night.

I didn't tell a soul til after I turned 20, after years of shared carpooling and church events and mutual friends. My dad told me it was just boys being boys. It made me feel powerless, worthless, and guilty.

Please please please educate your children on boundaries, even when they're young. Teach children so we don't have to learn the hard way. End the cycle.

[aka-xn]

The urgency seems starkly obvious to me. But not to everyone. Which is strange. The messages are clear. The need for action is not a gray area. And yet, so many can’t see it. So, so peculiar. So, so worrisome. What should we do? This is the question that is at the core of my insecurity with what I see. I am a storyteller; I am, by craft, not the reliable reporter. I can narrate, but only from a point of bias. I can conjure feelings from colors and clutter and noise and textures. But what narrative will I tell? And which will be heard? I have been watching a lot these past few weeks. I am curious by nature, so when there is a lot to see, I am enraptured quick. I am also brave, even if not as brazen as many imagine. I want to slip in to the energy and look, and watch, and learn, and connect dots that seemed blurry.
Often, just looking helps things become more stark and clear. I have snapped hundreds and hundreds of photos.
I want to depict energy, but usually I end up with a blue of impulsive nonsense. So I keep snapping. One of these has got to communicate what there is to seem and how stark it all is, how urgent the moment. I have not shared images for quit a few days.
I have been rolling over in my head the impact of sharing what I see. What image will offer false moral license. Which image will quell someone back into a state of denial. Which will enrage to a point of non-productivity. What will the images do? What will they do? Timidly, I will start sharing my images again. I will share what I see. Which is stark.
Which calls for urgency. Which demands more comprehensive change of the people who look, the people who deny, and the people who work, and the people who speak. Black Lives Matter.
Work must be done. Uncomfortable work. Which starts, for me, to bravely, curiously gaze upon stark, stark, uncomfortable images. I ask we all look at the uncomfortable together. ◽️ #resist #defund #localissue #boston #dismantle #stoptheviolence #endthecycle #bostoncommon #protest #saytheirnames #mourning #change #akaXN #TheRealXN (at Boston, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBdhJ1hD9eh/?igshid=1dyfdmz2ec8ft

[girlyouthoughtyouknew]

Abuse is the weakest expression of strength. It is weakness to destroy what you ought to protect, build and make better.

Kingsley Opuwari Manuel