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if you've lost years of your life to abuse or mental illness, please know it's not too late for you. it's never too late for you. you can do everything you dreamed of when you were a kid - there's still time. you have time to shape yourself and your life into what you want. there is no time limit on happiness.

moreovermorgan

Hi.

I’m your new jewelry box.

I already know your name.

What a beautiful name it is.

Your mother’s hands opened me.

Her mother’s, too.

They all sounded different when they touched me.

You are softer.

I will play for you when the room goes dark so you are not scared.

I will sing until your breathing evens out.

I will keep your rings, your bows, your trinkets.

I will keep them safe until you need them.

Hello again.

You don’t wind me anymore.

My song sits inside me,

unfinished,

It used to hurt.

I never liked having a song stuck inside my throat, but I got used to it as the years flew.

You’ve filled me with bracelets now

thread pressed into thread and pulled tight

Names that might not stay, but the bracelets will.

They smell like the ocean.

The ballerina likes it.

She has never seen the ocean.

Oh.

You’ve stopped leaving them.

You wear them all at once now

tight around your wrists

Im afraid you'll cut off circulation, but I dont think you care

Your hands are much colder now,

Your bracelets climb all the way up your wrists like youre hiding something.

l can see it in the mirror.

Im still watching even if im shut.

When you started doing that,

I thought I would be empty.

I thought I would finally rest.

Just then you gave me something sharper.

Something that is not jewelry.

You placed it inside me

so carefully.

But so angrily.

You shut the lid

like you were trying to erase what you put inside me.

The ballerina won’t stop spinning.

She used to turn because of the music.

Now she turns because she has nowhere else to go.

The blade glints even in the dark.

You are scaring the ballerina.

She tries not to touch it

pulls herself smaller,

spins slower

like it could possibly save her.

You know I can feel everything you put inside me, right?

It’s gone now.

You took it back

or lost it

or buried it somewhere I cannot see.

But something stayed.

There is a mark

in the lining where it rested.

Blood.

It still smells metallic In here, and I think this time its too permanent to go away.

I dont want to carry that, but I guess I have to.

You keep bringing me things that are not supposed to be stored inside me.

Things that burn.

Things that choke the air out of me.

The ballerina coughs now

a tiny, unnoticeable hitch

She says the smoke sits low

Her lungs burn, her eyes burn

She cries.

She says the lighter is worse.

She is scared flames will engulf her.

Even when it’s not lit,

it still poses a threat

You open me only to look at yourself now

Or what’s left of yourself in the glass.

I try to glue your face together like a puzzle

But you hit me.

You didn’t mean to-

Well, you did

I forgive you.

But your hand came down

and now I can’t keep you whole.

You are everywhere.

I show you too many versions at once.

Just like how I see too many versions of you.

One with stickers all over your face,

One with teeth missing

One with eyeliner and braces

And you with the same face but happier

I was made to protect.

That is what I was told

when I was first closed.

But I don’t know the difference anymore

between keeping something safe

and keeping it trapped.

I don’t know

if I am helping you

or helping you disappear.

I am tired of holding things

that hurt to hold.

The ballerina is still tilting and spinning, her lungs still burning, her eyes red with tears.

My hinges hurt.

Please, just open me one more time.

Turn my song on.

I miss you.

tzintzuntzan-blog

Trans activists in Mexico City, protesting violence against the LGBTQ community.

pravacouture

Yes at this point I’m reblogging this every time I see it.

deedzreads

mr-misfortune

Tis the holiday season so I knew who I had to draw ☆🎄🎁

Twisted Bobette is hands down my favorite twisted design, she just looks so flippin cool man

skmr24

acoolguy

whenever pewdiepie would do his signature “brofist” i would put my head to my monitor, close my eyes, and imagine it blowing straight through the back of my skull like a 12 gauge shotgun

neilmandelg

shadmare

Dawwww, pribby man is so angy <3 hehehe,,,

r0uke-k4nten

"There you are darling, now... Come here I will never let you run off again..."

phighting-x-you

"yandere" is an incredibly harmful bpd stereotype... and not to mention... do you not realize how harmful it is in general? the trope is almost always non-consensual. reconsider your choices or at least get this off the main tag my god

I did not make a yandere phighting x reader series just to get screamed at by somebody who does not like yandere content

phighting-x-you

Can we turn this into a copypasta

sassysnitch

Repositing this for my own blog bc I think this is something important to talk about:

First things first we need to tackle: What is a yandere?

The general definition seems to be "Someone who appears gentle but is actually lovesick and destructive in nature." Usually a character trope used in anime.

And I'm saying this somewhat roughly because from what I know the definition of "yandere" can vary from person to person. Next question:

What is bpd and does it have connections to yandereism?

BPD stands for "Borderline Personality Disorder" and by definition, is a mental illness that "severely impacts a persons ability to regulate emotions".

Now on a surface level, this DOES sound connected. There have been lots of yandere characters that claim or have said something along the lines of not being able to control themselves. But I think if we were to purely agree that yandereism equals to a bad representation of BDP,..that would be much too lazy. Because there's more to this:

The big thing we should be asking ourselves is: did the yandere trope ACTUALLY come from a person mischaracterizing BPD?

And the awnser to that is... complicated.

See, there have been characters with yandere-like traits since a VERY long time, and we can't pinpoint exactly who created the actual trope itself. The trope itself was named roughly around the early 2000's (from my research, atleast) when it started getting popular.

Since then the trope has been used to describe fictional characters that obsess over their love intrest, and (depending on personality) would and could kill another person that stands in their way of the object of their affection.

So altough we can't truly trace back the orgins, one thing is for sure:

Yandere is a fictional trope that isn't delibarately used to offend anyone. We use it for our own (touch starved) enjoyment because we're so lonely we just lowkey want someone to hug us so tight we explode into guts and blood.

Bonus reminder: Yandere is a fictional trope and should STAY a FICTIONAL trope!

Do NOT:

-stalk people

-kill people

-kidnap people

-be a creep

But PLEASE do:

-stay safe

-stay hydrated

-stay healthy both physically and mentally

-be happy with your yandere fanfics

Thank you.