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I guess this is me trying to express what it feels like to have had a relatively happy (if not completely abuse-free) childhood, and an adolescence full of abuse. I can't quite think of the happy childhood moments anymore without remembering the fact I lost all of those people, all of those places, and all of those moments to trauma and pain.
Sometimes, the fact that things will never be how they used to suffocates me. (Is this mourning?)
I can't wait until the good memories of my life outnumber the bad ones again.
(Art style inspired by britchida on Instagram! I really recommend checking out their art; it's incredibly cathartic)
"What Kept Me Safe" by Britchida (Instagram, Shop)
"Two Options" by Britchida (Instagram, Shop)
I want to celebrate my limits. I want to be honest about them. I want to build my life around them instead of trying to overcome them. -Britchida
Having precise words for ourselves doesn’t make us real — we are, words or not — but it does make us not alone: a word means someone else was here, which opens the inner world to an outside one. Every word is an inheritance. Someone else loved themselves, and loved the possibility of us, enough to speak us into being.
I love being queer