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rottenkid

whats up im jared im 19 and i never fuckin learned how to process emotions

memewhore

hospitalplant

i think about this every time i use tinder

misangremellama

Reminder for parents that though you may be struggling, it is never appropriate to use your child as your therapist/counselor. It’s unhealthy for the both of you.

emmxieee

Can I ask why? I’m genuinely curious

misangremellama

There’s a few reasons as to why its wrong.

For one, a kid is not equipped to handle a parent’s problems. I’m not saying to never express your feelings or say that you’re having a problem to a child. That can be healthy. But to use them to just dump on is too much. Children just aren’t equipped to deal with the heaviness of adult problems, especially if they’re already going through things themselves.

Two, the inherent power imbalance makes it really uncomfortable. Your child isn’t your friend, they’re your child. Even if they can offer advice, this sort of thing can become like a role reversal. They also would have a hard time separating themselves from it when it becomes too much. A lot of parents feel entitled to their childrens’ time and space, so the children can become overburdened with no reprieve and no way to express that this isn’t their job.

There’s probably more and better ways to explain this, but that’s my two cents on this.

angstriddentrashhuman

Because I was the oldest child when my parents marriage was collapsing both of them used me to vent about the other, forcing me to justify their negative feelings about a person that I loved by virtue of their place in my life. At 10 years old I was attempting to negotiate the workings of an adult relationship that had never worked and validate their emotions without being harmful to the other. All the while I was deteriorating into an even more depressed and anxious reclusive child, losing friends and and missing out on normal experiences. I felt like I was responsible for the survival of their relationship, above my own well-being I had to figure out how to save them from divorce, from splitting the family up. I never felt like I had the right to tell them I couldn’t handle it. So I shoved everything down and became weirdly mature, too aware of the fact that I was an adult even if I didn’t want to be. Now I have severe anxiety, depression, and PTSD and I can’t even keep a job. I’m 28. Don’t do this to your kids. Please.

tinydramatist

^^^^^^

slightmood

hotboyproblems

does it scare you that in less than 3 months it’ll be 2014

ultraviolentangel-deactivated20

Just because you did something wrong in the past doesn’t mean you can’t advocate against it now. It doesn’t make you a hypocrite. You just grew. Don’t let people use your past to invalidate your current mindset.

ravenobviously

Bruh. This needs to be a mandatory post on everybody’s blog. Y'all really be pullin out decade old receipts like woah.

quigonejinn

thecheshirecass-deactivated2018

I saw this thread on Twitter and it’s haunting. I just want to tell this story to every single person talking about “both sides are just as bad.”

gentlesharks

fuliajulia

gentlesharks

leyorio-deactivated20170725

loosesealbluths

trauma420

when you escape your abuser and they start acting nice it doesn’t mean they’ve changed it just means you’ve distanced yourself enough to see the side of them that people on the outside always saw

sorryish

1. “We need to talk.”we haven’t talked in forever, we eat our dinner in silence as we stare at the tv and pray to god it will suck us in and we will be new people and have no knowledge of the other’s whereabouts because the left side of my bed will be kept warm by a girl who is beautiful even when she cries2. “Where is this going?”i graduate college next year and i think i might apply to a job in seattle, but you still have 3 years here and my name is on the lease so i will swallow our arguments whole like a seed in an apple and cross my heart that it doesn’t find the strength in my stomach and half eaten apologies to grow branches that will poke through my chest and make you aware of my true intentions3. “I never meant to hurt you.”i had no idea you were so fragile, i didn’t know that i had to craft a cast out of my love for the broken bones that you obtained before we even met, i expected you to fly when i threw you from the moon but you sank slowly as the dawn broke and i can hear you cry softly under the cover of the stars when you think i am asleep4. “You’re not the person I fell in love with.”you’re not a person anymore, this pain has made a home out of you and the mat at the door reads ‘enter if you dare’ because your walls refuse to crumble and your blood reminds me much of the leaky faucet at my first home as it pools on the floor beneath your decaying body. you were never what my buddies and i would call a ‘fixer-upper’ over beers, so i should not have treated you as such. i could never fix you, this project is over5. “It’s not you, it’s me.”this was my decision, not yours. i cannot think of a reason to stay because the circulation in my hands is growing worse every time my fingers ghost over your cold skin. you are stripping me of my light and leaving it on the bedroom floor for me to collect in the morning, and this is my fault because i let a stray dog follow me home one night and expected it to trust me6. “This is hard for me, too.”there is nothing more painful than giving up on the one thing that consumed your being for 9 months, 10 if we’re counting the time i got drunk and found myself on your porch wanting to crawl inside your bed and your body and unlock the cage around your heart so that i could stitch up the tattered piece of flesh and love you in all the places you tried to destroy. now i am not a doctor but my homemade stitches are not the best and i feel that it would be best for you and i if you went to get your wrist checked out because i don’t think i’ll be around long enough to make sure it does not get infected7. “I’m so sorry.”your hair is on fire and i cannot be your ocean, i have to be my own and i am sorry that i could not love you more than myself, i’m sorry that you could not love yourself more than you loved me8. “So, it’s really over.”it’s been over9. “Tell me you’re going to be okay.”i never stopped caring about you and your well being, so promise me that you will not forget how to swim when you find yourself at the bottom of the ocean again. i picture your cold body on the floor where i tried to bring you back from the dead but you were too far gone from before i even walked through the door, and the possibility of seeing your name in the newspaper almost makes me want to stay but i cannot continue plugging up this hole in my life with the desire to be a hero, and i am sorry but i have to focus on myself now and you have to learn how to be alone and save yourself because i have lost too many nights to fear and i will not destroy myself for you. there’s a week’s worth of valium here, try not to take it all at once10. “Can I have my key back?”my girlfriend is moving in and keys are pretty expensive to replace

what you said and what you meant (via sorryish)

blackness-by-your-side

💯

nightofthelivingbraindead

four-toed-creed

i-have-been-thunderstruck

So sweet

macarons-and-corpses

I don’t know if you’ve actually seen this episode, but Pam invites the entire office to her art show that she’s been gearing up for for a really long time. Nobody shows up except for Oscar and his partner (and they critique her work, calling her “lacking in courage” among other things, not realizing she is standing right behind them) and then Michael. And Michael is the only one who tells her she is great just for putting herself out there, and the only one who places value on what she’s done, and he points out all the little details she got right and notices absolutely every bit of hard work she put into it. And then treats Pam like the artist she is by not just paying her for her art, but displaying it where literally everyone can see it.

It’s one of my favorite episodes.

rosworms-is-shadowbanned

Maui is not obese

Maui is a powerful demigod. Big and strong and… oh, you think he looks fat?

That’s probably because you’ve been conditioned by the media to accept this

as what strong and fit looks like. Amiright?

Sadly… these guys are not all that strong. Yeah, they got muscles… but they aren’t built in a useful way. They are built for looks and that’s about it.

This…

is a strong guy. Actually a competitor in the Strongman competition. But… his tummy sticks out and he doesn’t look like a Dorito.

You know who else is strong?

These guys…

And Maui…

Look at those arms, omg. And that solid, sturdy torso. You can see a shadow where his meat covers his ribs, but he doesn’t look like any slouch to me.

And this guy…

That’s Dwayne Johnson’s grandfather. When the Disney animators showed him their sketches of Maui, he pulled out a picture of his grandfather and showed it to them because he was amazed how similar they looked. This dude was also a pro wrestler.

There’s actually a great infographic about ab muscles and stuff over HERE. but this is the part i want to show you.

Now… look at Maui again.

That thickness don’t move like fat. It doesn’t jiggle and he’s able to flex it. Look at how it sits on his body. It doesn’t sag… he doesn’t have a gut. There’s even a slight V shape to his torso.

It’s just big and not ‘defined’.

And people aren’t used to that.

(sorry, this isn’t the most organized post… i kinda just let it all spill out)