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I will be happy
I will succeed
I AM WORTHY💖
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I will not let my past define my future
I will be happy
I will succeed
I AM WORTHY💖
When I was 7, I found a Playboy magazine in my uncle’s bathroom. My uncle masturbated beside me in bed and i pretended to sleep. I was curious about the Playboy girls and I lifted my shirt. I let him look at me as I ‘slept’. This happened several times. I stayed away from him after that. Fast-forward 20 years later, I still have this urge to let him look at my body. I want to tell my aunt but I can’t break her heart. I don’t know if he broke me or if I was broken to begin with.
My husband and I eloped and very few people know we’re married. I am so happy with my husband, but my very intense ex (who doesn’t know I’m married) and I still email each other really sexual things. He tells me I own him and that he is totally devoted to me. I don’t want to keep it up, but I keep doing it because I’m scared he will find me and beat the shit out of me. He scares me and I can’t confide in anyone about it.
I’m unsure of several things: my sexual orientation, what I’m doing with my life, and why I’m even here. But I’m sure of one thing: I’m utterly and madly in love with my best friend who is of the same gender as I.
💖 I’m staying strong for the people that believe in me
i can't self harm like i want to
because of the family beach holiday this summer.
I Slept with two brothers, finished it with them...broke one of their hearts...and what they don't know is it was all because i couldn't accept I was a lesbian. Now I feel lonely and broken.
Trigger Boy, please don't do it. It ain't over til it's over. You can make your life anything you want. I'm not telling you what to do, or just saying it because I saw your post and want to appease my conscience. Seriously, I have been there, in the same place you are, and somebody saved me. I can barely think about how awful it would have been if nobody had, because my reality then wasn't real, it was depression taking over. I'm sorry for what you go through. Please start taking the meds again.
Time to go...
I'm dying. Letting myself die on purpose. I don't take my medication so my body is shutting down. I take it right before a Dr. visit so no one will know. Maybe 2 - 3 months to go. I can't bear life any longer as me. I also can't bear to hurt those who would think it's their fault if I just do suicide. So, slow and looks like natural causes. Truth is, I'm relieved it's working and I'm enjoying life more knowing it will now end and I get to do a lot of things for the last time.
This might just be one of my favourite posts I have ever made on tumblr. All of us have secrets we wish to keep secret in order to protect ourselves from judgement or teasing but New Orleans-based artist Candy Chang found a way to give people the opportunity to share their thoughts without having to feel vulnerable to the outside world. Her installation, entitled Confessions, is a public art project that took place in The Cosmopolitan in Las Vegas, Nevada. For one month, Chang lived in Vegas and turned the P3 Studio Gallery into an interactive exhibit. Visitors could stop by, enter a booth, write whatever thoughts they wanted to share, and drop the confession into a box that mixed anonymously with other slips. Chang then took the anonymous slips and displayed them on the walls, painting selected responses in white against a larger red canvas background.
Throughout the exhibit, the shocking reality of a person’s true secrets are fascinating to read. Some of my favourites can be found in this photoset like:”I’ve been best man to two guys I used to sleep with who went on to marry women”; “My best friend beat a man to death when we were 15. Never told anyone. Still hurts.”