Calm Before the Storm @matittymilk - Tumblr Blog

u know u that bitch when rappers respect that u arent tryna fuck & are perfectly content feeding you chocolate cake then seek out your number from their homies after you leave cause he still thinkin about u

it broke my heart to tell his mom that he grabbed me the way he did

i know she didn’t believe she didn’t raise a son like that

i know she didn’t raise a son like that

i cried as i heard the comfort of her voice tell me she would make sure he would never bother me again

she asked why i was crying

and i wasn’t entirely sure at first

but i realized

it was the relief of never having to hear from your abuser again. it was the power of knowing you are standing up to the person who would always try to beat you down. it was feeling protection from the one person who makes your skin crawl.

the tears were from disbelief that i could live a life where i wouldn’t hear a peep from him. i never imagined a life without him, but life knowing he was still preying on me was a point i never imagined we’d come to. i knew after that phone call, there would be no more flashbacks, no more power trips, no more reminders of a time when i felt robbed of everything i was.

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L’Amour Captif de la Jeunesse (“Love, Captive of Youth”), The Huntington Library Rose Garden

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The Art of Fred Guillaud

Fred Guillaud (b.1973, France) is a photographer, architect and teacher living in Barcelona, Spain since 2000. His urban landscapes shot exclusively on film are admired for their atmospheric banality and visual appeal.

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