IT'S NOT MY OPINION. IT'S MY JUDGMENT. @mislagrimas - Tumblr Blog

Pretty depressing that we live in a world where far more people are willing to believe that a 24 year old woman got married to a man 25 years her senior, all so, over the course of 7 years. she could meticulously gather fake evidence of abuse (including diary entries, corroborating texts and photos), convince a bunch of witnesses to lie under oath and goad her then husband into admitting to headbutting her on tape in an elaborate Gone Girl scenario to… *checks notes* write one line in an op ed, than it is for people to believe a rich powerful man with a documented history of substance abuse and violent outbursts hit his wife.

#real talk

"No one ever wanted to do that with me."

I think about this response so much these days; when I gave it I was in a bad mood, being forced to be social while in the back of an Uber when my anxiety was high and I was extremely overstimulated, as a result. I would have been honest about it either way, simply because I'm too eager to be known, too desperate to be thought of as relatable and open and friendly after having spent my whole life being perceived as cold and standoffish. 'Resting bitch existence' is real, and it's a bitch.

I'd been asked if I had kids, after revealing that I'd moved across the country alone for my job, and no one ever wanted to do that with me was my honest and rapid-fire response to the question because the biological function requires two to tango, right? I am not a mother because no one ever wanted to be the father of my children - or if they did, they found reasons enough to choose not to be, rendering the same result: me, childless and alone and yearning for the family I'd dreamed that I could build one day. The world and what I know of it - and my life, and every bit of the pain I've endured which has made me ill in so many tangible ways - has repeatedly shown me that this was a mercy, a kindness, a freedom from doubt and uncertainty that I should be grateful for. But I always think of my unborn daughter, her curls of coal and cinnamon baby skin and soft panzona, and wonder how that particular bullet of circumstance kept missing me, keeping me from knowing her.

I will always long to hold her.

#daughter #childless #real talk #it's sad and her loneliness is proof

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#catholiscism

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PSA: For fan works, reblog and like from OP

Tumblr is rolling out a new reblog/notes system that completely disregards creators. In their new system, they're taking a twitter-style approach where reblogs will have their own notes that DO NOT contribute to the original post's notes.

Because of this, creators will no longer be able to see an accurate display of likes/reblogs/etc. This is completely altering the way feedback and responses to works are going to be received on this website.

If you come across a fan work that you enjoy, please take the extra step to go to OPs original post, and leave your comment/like/reblog there. Or go one step further and send an ask to OP directly to tell them what you liked!

I really hope Tumblr staff reverses course and reverts to the original reblog system for the sake of the large base of creators who use this site to share their works, but until then, please be considerate and make sure the creators here see/feel the love.

#signal boooooost #I love interacting with people via reblogs #it would be so sad to miss out on that connection