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Peter Solarz
Misplaced Lens Cap
Sade Olutola
Today's Document
Monterey Bay Aquarium
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

@theartofmadeline
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@chimeracunt
Stop warning me about mature content I'm literally an adult
a lot of people who have experienced abuse do not know they have experienced it.
some people will hear this and think, well it couldn’t have been that bad if you didn’t even know.
but knowing you were abused is not a matter of severity. it is a matter of whether the forms of abuse you’ve experienced have been de-naturalized in a supportive social context, and thus made knowable as something that did not have to happen.
when people list common forms of abuse, many people will be in tags and notes saying “I didn’t know this wasn’t normal.”
it’s sad because this sentiment simultaneously misses and hits the point exactly.
abuse is normal. but what people mean when they say this is, “I didn’t know I was allowed to be hurt by this, to object to this, that anyone would ever recognize how violated, degraded, or dehumanized it feels to experience this.”
all of that is expressed through the word “normal” in these statements of realization because we all must constantly stomach being hurt, violated, degraded, and dehumanized in “normal” life, and we are taught from a young age that if something is “normal” it means we cannot object to it or escape it.
you’re allowed to feel violated by normalized forms of abuse. you are allowed to object to normalized forms of violation.
you don’t have to take on the loaded terms of Survivor and Abuser to describe things if you don’t want to or it feels inappropriate or inaccurate to you.
you can just allow yourself to recognize when people are abusing the power they have over you in ways that benefit themselves at your expense, and to recognize the ways that people with power over you coerce you to give up autonomy over your body.
something does not become less traumatic for being common and normal. the normalized trauma of being dehumanized and violated is part of what oppression is. it’s part of how subjugated classes within a population are constructed and maintained as distinct.
it’s okay to acknowledge it hurts. you don’t have to internalize it as something that was your own fault. you don’t have to suppress it forever.
you’re allowed to acknowledge that who you are was shaped by the people with power over you abusing that power.
abuse being common means you are not alone. you are in good company. we’re in it together ❤️
this may be reaching a bit but like. are there any other tgirls out there who would spend a LONG time in the bathroom at home as a way of avoiding family? like bringing a book into the potty and reading it for like an hour while you hope no-one notices how long youve been in there
I would hide in there for easily an hour plus (thank you bathroom at opposite end of house), frankly part of living alone and a normal adult life was figuring out how to take a shit for like, a normal amount of time
It never really thought about it like that. We spent a lotttt of time in there. Only room we could lock υ´• ﻌ •`υ
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you always have the option to give that cute trans girl belly scratches.
Hand-prints on cave walls are the foundation of my spirituality
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@flying-potato2
It really needs to turn off its brain and vegetate for a while..
Redid its undercut and ૮ฅ@ﻌ@აฅ need pets so so so bad.
It desperately needs to kneel and worship at the alter of a beautiful creature...
If you die first, I'll follow you. Hélène, I am your death.
The Living Dead Girl | La Morte Vivante (1982) dir. Jean Rollin
That burning hunger.. it needs to grab that sweet lil thing by the hair.. and drag them off to a secondary location ~𖹭
take its head in your hands, or your thighs, and crush it over and over again into a big puppycow mess..