oh how it kills me; i wasnt raised a quitter.

vent blog. tw for topics of cocsa, csa, child abuse in other forms, neglect, torture, suicide, and self harm. no i am not in any current danger. this is an outlet for past traumas. it/itself only. do not address me by they/them. dehumanization is the point i do not want to be seen as human

[apathytrauma]

[craaashouttt]

lets stop pretending this had meant anything i was just a selfish way of coping

[erosary]

i wish the memories didn't follow me everywhere

[mynonexistence]

[mynonexistence]

[deadsignaltv]

[rileycruel]

[rileycruel]

[andrevascreencaps]

[moon-fence]

[angria]

Silence was my pain when I was young. Silence was also my punishment.

House of Glass | Sarah Pekkanen

[electricsheeple]

i don't have the source anymore but i needed to keep this somewhere

[goodvibesoxo]

[dying-weeds]

[timjimenthusiast]

[ang3l-t33th]

my mother’s face fills with guilt when i talk about my childhood. we both wonder what went wrong.

Louise Glück, from “Unpainted Door”, Poems 1962-2012 // asoftwrongness [original source unavailable] // Jasmin Lee Cori, The Emotionally Absent Mother: A Guide to Self-Healing and Getting the Love You Missed // Chen Chen, from “Poplar Street” // heavensghost stephen adly guirgis, "the last days of judas iscariot // chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’ // joy luck club, amy tan // heavensghost // candiedspit, moon in speed

[craaashouttt]

poison tends to taste sweet