#trauma is not sacred

[kennymoonshoes]

trauma is not sacred

Written by Kai Cheng Thom

[inhernature]

all bodies know how to heal themselves given enough time all demons carry a map of heaven

[skepwith]

trauma is not sacred

violence is not special pain is not holy suffering does not make angels abuse defines no one you are more than the things that hurt you you are more than the people you have hurt do not make an altar to your woundedness do not make a fetish out of mine a body belongs to no one a memory is not made to be eaten does it titillate you to hear about assault if i told you my story, would you swallow it whole if i confessed my sins would you feed me to the beasts to purge your own i will show you mine if you show me yours we have all seen the darkness now give us the dawn tell me about the joy you keep in the hollow spaces between your bones tell me again how you laughed when you realized that you were not wholly unlovable i’ll tell you again how i cried when my best friend told me that I was not a bad person remember how we used to count the lines on our palms when we were little how we used to try to read the future for its gifts how we used to make lists of the things we would dream of when finally we were free i will make you a list of the things i’m grateful for i will sing you a litany of reasons to be alive i want to know the songs you wake up for in the morning i want to marvel at the unbelievable graciousness of your being i know that i am capable of pouring love like lavender oil into your cupped palms there is forgiveness like honey pooled in the chambers of our hearts you are the thing i am most grateful for all bodies know how to heal themselves given enough time all demons carry a map of heaven and their scars beneath the skin of every history of trauma                 there is a love poem waiting deep below

Kai Cheng Thom, “trauma is not sacred” from a place called No Homeland. © 2017 by Kai Cheng Thom.

[strawberrus0da]

Dream seeing someone try and eat an apple and resisting the primal urge to slap it out of their hand because it's just so ingrained in him to stop people from eating the apples that it just carries over to the regular fruit bc they look similar enough, even worse if the apple is a golden delicious or something.

It's just been imbedded into his subconscious, the panicky instinctual thought of don't let them eat that fruit despite knowing full well regular apples are a thing

Sometimes he actually does slap it out of their hand only to realize what he's done a moment later and profusely apologize

Imagine if Nightmare had the same buried instinct

[spro-o]

yeah I like to torture the traumatised twink,,, but in a fun and sexy way

comms open - info pinned

[serpentface]

Tigran: launching into a story about a time when he was 7 and watched a guy get eaten alive by dogs, completely unprompted and unnervingly blasé about the whole thing.

Etsushir: not listening, warming his hands over the nightly allotment of yams, smoking.

Palo: this is the tenth time he's heard this story, not listening, wondering whether Etsushir is smoking tobacco and where the hell he got it and can he have some?

[xrepressedx]

“Oh, to be sacred to you. To be the only thing resurrected, sliced open, and devoured by you.”

[the-most-humble-blog]

“The Thing With Soft Hands”

t does not knock. It does not slither. It smiles.

In daylight.

It is always nearby — But never too close. It waits where you jog alone. Where you shop. Where you feel safe because the sun is still up and your playlist is loud.

It knows what to say. Not because it means it — but because it’s fed on apology.

It studies you like a sympathetic surgeon who just wants you to know he’s different. But he isn't.

He is not different. He is designed.

It wears shirts with slogans. It kneels in photos. It retweets your trauma and coos at your rage. He claps when you call out men because that’s not about him. You’re not talking about him.

Until you are.

It will listen to your assault stories with glassy eyes and veinless hands. Not because it feels sorrow— but because it is studying how it works. Where it lands. How it echoes.

It is not crying for you. It is mapping you.

It is soft. It is so soft. You won’t feel it enter your circle. It’ll already be holding the wine.

It compliments your queef jokes but never makes one. It uses your pronouns like bait on a whisper.

It wants your praise. But it does not need it.

Because it’s not here to be respected.

It’s here to be admitted.

Into your room. Your circle. Your DMs.

It does not demand sex. It performs proximity until you offer it. And when you don’t?

It changes.

It vibrates beneath its ally skin until the mask begins to sweat and all your stories get used against you with academic precision.

He says “I’d never do that…” But he just did. And he’ll do it again.

Because he believes he’s owed forgiveness for being aware.

It is aroused by your pain. Not sexually. Not consciously.

But biologically. Because in his mirror neuron map your pain = his access your trauma = his rehearsal your softness = his window

And you’ll feel it too. Too late.

That tightening. That little flicker of discomfort in your gut. The way you don’t want to disappoint him even though you just met. The urge to laugh off your boundaries like it’s a TED Talk.

Your body knows.

But your mind is still trying to prove you’re open-minded. You’ll call him nice. You’ll call him safe.

Because predators don’t wear lavender pins and tweet about intersectionality.

Right?

He will say:

“You deserve better.” “Other men don’t get it.” “I just want to support you.” “Not all men…”

He’ll wait. He’ll stay waiting. Until the mood is right and your self-worth is low and the scent of compliance returns.

And when the trap closes — You won’t even feel teeth.

You’ll just feel used, hollow, and unsure how it even got that far.

You’ll feel like you invited it. Because it never forced. It affirmed.

It will disappear afterward. Not rudely. Not violently.

It’ll just say:

“I thought you wanted this.” “I’m sorry you feel that way.”

And the worst part?

You’ll think it’s your fault.

And that... That is what a male feminist is.

Let that into your life at your own detriment.

⚖️ Free Speech Disclaimer: This is a poetic horror allegory protected by satire, anatomy, and truth.

🔁 Reblog if this made your body flinch before your brain processed why. 💬 Comment if you’ve met this thing and didn’t realize until now. 📩 DM if your stomach twisted, your thighs tensed, or your cervix blinked mid-line. 🚷 Send this to a friend who keeps letting these into the group chat. 🔁 Share it before another one smiles at you with open palms and agenda breath.

[koscheys-skull]

Tenderly, I am holding your face.

I gaze deep into your eyes and I tell you:

"it is okay to fuck your gods nasty."

I tuck your hair behind your ear and kiss your forehead.

[dirafames]

biblically accurate girl dinner

[cvl-kestis]

so i honestly liked a lot of the finale but the final reveal about bix is absolutely baffling to me. mina rau is a wild place for her to be. why in the world would she seek out the very same farm on an imperial occupied planet where brasso was murdered and she was nearly raped. and beyond that, i thought she was disappearing in order to encourage cassian to remain on yavin. why would cassian ever remain on yavin if bix was nearby, living in their former home, and doing so conspicuously enough that vel knew where she was and how she was doing.

[qoldenskies]

I notice you draw ccdonnie's eyebrows much thinner than you draw cdonnie's. Is that intentional or did it just happen

unintentional because ive been cross hatching to fill things in instead of bucket tooling things like that lately LOL

[banishedchildofeve]

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₊⋆·˚ a prayer to the Sacred Heart:

“O most holy heart of Jesus,

fountain of every blessing,

I adore you, I love you, and

with lively sorrow for my sins,

I offer you this poor heart of mine.

Make me humble, patient, pure

and wholly obedient to your will.

Grant, good Jesus,

that I may live in you and for you.

Protect me in the midst of danger.

Comfort me in my afflictions.

Give me health of body,

assistance in my temporal needs,

your blessing on all that I do,

and the grace of a holy death.

Amen.”

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[meimyr-dawn]

Marika shackling her two sons, Mohg and Morgott, is so much worse after this new DLC lore. It wasn’t a command from the two fingers, or a social norm that she was following, or even an emotionally detached rejection of children that weren’t “perfect”. It was a specific and personal hatred of what they were.

[zelda-the-sacred-realm]

"Oh boy, The Sacred Realm Updated!" That one panel with Twilight: 😃

This panel? 🥺

The new update has a bit of trauma, but I had to do it

I hope you enjoyed the new update! 💖

Thanks for your ask!

[foxglove-and-foxfire-lover]

They’re brothers your honour