Just because I deserve it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

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Just because I deserve it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.
I hate when I mention that I have a bad or weird relationship with my body and immediately someone is like “you’re so pretty! You’re sexy! You’re not fat!” And it’s like wow thanks but I meant that I am in pain and feel divorced from, if not antagonized by my own body. But like. Glad I’m fuckable I guess.
FATHER'S DAUGHTER
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I thought I was fine.
I thought I could handle this but I can't.
Composed, with a puzzling warning sign laughing, smiling, spewing sweet phrases In silence, you'd hear a ticking sound
Scolopendra
24/05/2022
It took me too long to realize that not all the world is my enemy
[ID: A comic done mostly in black and white. A hound with a broken chain around its neck flees a cage and runs into two reaching hands. The hound bites one hand, drawing blood. Narration says, "When I fled my cage / I bit the hands that took me in / Because the only hand I'd ever known / was a bad one."
The hands, now with fresh bite marks, still reach out gently to the hound. ""We're not him." they said / and I knew what they meant / but I didn't understand."
Floating in white space: "Now I understand / but the damage is done."
A person enters a door, rolling a suitcase, saying "Hi" to two people on a couch, who look up from their newspapers and phones to say "Hey" and "Hi" back. The shadow of the person who entered the room stretches out before them-- a hound's, not a person's. Narration: "I'm so sorry / I couldn't help it / I couldn't help myself."
We see the hands of the people on the couch. Both have faded bite marks on them. "I was so blind, I forgot / that not all hands are made of iron." End ID]
(ID by @princess-of-purple-prose)
don't give up
despite everything.
Somebody might need to hear this: hey. That was a really scary thing you had to go through. What an awful feeling to be carrying around. So deep inside where no one can hurt you like that ever again. If no one else has ever told you this before then I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you made it. And I'm so fucking sorry you had to see it to begin with. You absolutely did not need to see that. Not ever.
No. We don't talk anymore.
Of course i'll think of you on your birthday.
No. We don't talk anymore.
Of course i'll think of you on your birthday.
cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it
just saying