the stars are not wanted now

[pghildiyal]

[defiantsuggestions]

It can still be abuse even if you have good memories of them.

It can still be abuse even if they've stood up for you against other threats.

It can still be abuse even if there were moments of gentleness.

It can still be abuse even if they once felt safe.

It can still be abuse even if they offer you gifts.

It can still be abuse even if they fed you, clothed you, and provided you a roof.

It can still be abuse even if you still feel love for them, even after the things they've done.

And it can still be abuse even if they love you.

Abuse isn't always an endless torment with no breaks in between. There are often moments of peace, and words of comfort, and times where they protect you.

And it's the good things they do that make it hard to leave. That make you feel guilt, or even nostalgia, at times.

But no amount of positive interaction can make up for it if your loved ones hurt you, repeatedly, for all your life.

If they beat you down, scream at you, judge you, hit you, emotionally manipulate and guilt trip you, neglect you, or any number of harmful acts that leave you wounded and scared, they are abusive.

And it's good to be mindful that both the positive and the negative can exist in the same person.

If you think abuse is just an endless stream of the negative, then you won't recognize it as abuse if your abuser isn't always cruel.

If you think abuse requires an absence of love, then you run the risk of seeing love from an abuser, and missing the harm they've caused.

And the most important step to escaping abuse is to realize you're being abused in the first place.

Abuse is still abuse, even if in the presence of positive experiences.

You shouldn't have to suffer to be loved.

[an-infp-journal]

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[colleenclarkart]

a small comic about tying up/tying together loose ends

[noussommesdesjustes]

Somos las nietas de las brujas que nunca pudiste quemar 💚

[arieval]

“Y todo este caos, este desorden, este querer quedarme queriendo irme.”

— Diarios, Alejandra Pizarnik.

[bnmxfld]

“And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.”

— Sylvia Plath

[mcavoy]

They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true.

Big Fish dir. Tim Burton

[quotemadness]

“Because, nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.”

— Nicole Krauss

[lovelustquotes]

“Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house across the field, from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was queen and he was king. In the autumn light her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls, and when the sky grew dark, they parted with leaves in their hair. Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”

— Nicole Krauss

[sunsetratpack]

“We who love obsessively are full of fear- fear of being alone, fear of being unlovable and unworthy, fear of being ignored or abandoned or destroyed.”

— Robin Norwood, Women Who Love Too Much

[thelovejournals]

“Sometimes I think that eternal love is the adult Santa Claus … we all know that it does not exist but nobody wants to hear it …”

—

Alessandro Cattelan 

@thelovejournals

[thelovejournals]

“So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”

— E.A. Bucchianeri

[thelovejournals]

““Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

— Anaïs Nin

[thelovejournals]

“I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.”

— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun.

[thelovejournals]

“I was born with an enormous need for affection and a terrible need to give it.”

— Audrey Hepburn

[wordsnquotes]

https://wordsnquotes.com/