All I want is a little more time with you.
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@just-another-90kid
All I want is a little more time with you.
16 year old child: mom, dad: I'm gay/lesbian/bi/pan
Straight parents: you're too young to know what your sexuality is! It's just a phase.
Baby boy: *stares at a baby girl for no reason other than the fact that babies stare at everything*
Straight parents: oooh! Ladies man! We're gonna have to keep the girls offa you!
I will always love you no matter where life takes us.
Just Abused Kid Things
I don’t EVER want anyone to go through the same things that I had to go through but at the same time I just wish I could make those bigoted, NT, treated kids KNOW what it was like to suffer the way I did so they could shut the fuck up about how I’m so “triggered”
after you’ve been in abusive situation long term you have no idea how much stress and burden it’s inflicting into your life, it becomes normal that your biggest worry is anticipating your abuser’s mood and actions, and not your own life and your own achievements.It becomes normal to dread what they’re going to think or say about you, what they’re going to do if you take a step outside of what they allow you to do. Always feeling trapped and suffocating becomes the new normal, wanting to get away and not knowing from what becomes just “life” and it’s impossible to even imagine how your life would look like if you were free. Abusers can make freedom seem scary, wrong, even stupid, as if you don’t deserve it, as if everything you would do on your own, from your own will, is silly, dumb and wrong, like a free will of your own is a ridiculous thing for you to have. Like you don’t deserve it. Even when it’s your first human right.
If anything reminds you of your abuse, or feels familiar to the past emotional abuse you experienced, YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO LEAVE. You are not crazy, you are not deluded, and you are not making things up in your mind–if anyone feels like what you have experienced before, you are accurately picking up on abusive qualities in the other person… just as if you know what fire feels like, because you were burned by fire in the past. If you begin to feel scorching heat while with another, please know that you are not imagining things. Tell yourself that you deserved better before, and you still deserve better now. TRUST YOUR FEELINGS AND LEAVE.
okay, here is a thing: some people that suffered from abuse can’t remember every detail about it and sometimes they will remember it gradually during their life. if they tell you different stories about the same thing, don’t just judge them. if they tell you they forgot about things, trust them. if they tell you they just remembered something about the abuse, trust them.
Being a child who was abused from an early age is like starting a race but before you’re about to run someone shoots you in the leg and you’re still expected to do as well as all the other kids
Know that I’m here for you always.
I don’t know what I would do if, in the end, it’s not gonna be me and you.
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I love you with all my heart, and it’s so big I can’t contain it sometimes.
i don’t want to blame you anymore. i don’t want to blame myself anymore
Dear Chester,
“Our hearts are broken. The shockwaves of grief and denial are still sweeping through our family as we come to grips with what has happened, You touched so many lives, maybe even more than you realized. In the past few days, we’ve seen an outpouring of love and support, both public and private, from around the world. Talinda and the family appreciate it, and want the world to know that you were the best husband, son, and father; the family will never be whole without you. Talking with you about the years ahead together, your excitement was infectious. Your absence leaves a void that can never be filled—a boisterous, funny, ambitious, creative, kind, generous voice in the room is missing. We’re trying to remind ourselves that the demons who took you away from us were always part of the deal. After all, it was the way you sang about those demons that made everyone fall in love with you in the first place. You fearlessly put them on display, and in doing so, brought us together and taught us to be more human. You had the biggest heart, and managed to wear it on your sleeve. Our love for making and performing music is inextinguishable. While we don’t know what path our future may take, we know that each of our lives was made better by you. Thank you for that gift. We love you, and miss you so much.”
- Linkin Park releases an open letter to Chester Bennington.
I feel compelled to pour my thoughts somewhere. The shock won’t wear off. Chester Bennington and Linkin Park were a huge part of my teenage years, the first band that I thought represented me. They understood me, even through thousands of miles, even when we didn’t know each other, they knew me, they knew how I felt, they got it. When I think back to my teen years every memory, or at least ninety percent of my memories, are tinted black. It was a dark period for me, not the only one but probably the first and, of course, it felt very, very impossible to survive at that moment. Linkin Park put words to my thought, feeling and emotions, their music helped me go through those bad and really bad days. Listening to their songs was listening to someone on the other side of the word screaming “you’re not alone, kid”.
I’m so sad and I’m so sorry. I won’t claim to know what kind of battles you were fighting, Chester, but I’m sorry the only way out of the pain you could see was this. It’s heartbreaking. You helped me see other paths, you and your music guided me away from choosing to end it all so I wouldn’t suffer anymore. Yet, somehow, you couldn’t find that for yourself.
Thank you, I will forever be thankful, for sharing your music, your talent and your struggles with us. Thank you for making songs so many of us could relate to, for putting words to the feelings so many of us were experiencing and couldn’t quite let out. I’m glad I got to know you through your work and I hope wherever you are now it’s better.