* Taboo *

I shouldn't have to bite my tongue and neither should you. Be wild, be happy, be pissed the fuck off, but never be silent. Our voices were meant to be heard.

[weandthecolor]

Alex G Paradise

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[awesome-picz]

Asshole Cats Being Shamed For Their Crimes.

[eminentauthenticity]

sorry this is so much better than the dog one 

[survivorssharingsecrets]

I’ve had to protect myself all my life and that meant no crying. Absolutely no showing of any weakness ever or they’ll torture you even more. I am now physically unable to cry any more. I’ve tried but my brain shuts down and goes numb. So instead I have to keep all the bad feelings inside and it feels so horrible because there’s no way to let it out.

Posted by Anonymous. (via survivorssharingsecrets)

[survivorssharingsecrets]

I didn’t even call what happened to me abuse until recently. It wasn’t violent. It wasn’t assault. Just my parents tearing me down day after day, year after year, until the only way I knew to deal with the pain was to take it out on myself. I still sometimes feel like I don’t deserve to use the word abuse, even when I just want to curl on the floor and cry.

Posted by Anonymous. (via survivorssharingsecrets)

[survivorssharingsecrets]

My hatred for my mother goes far beyond the “teenage angst” that people love to assume. It goes beyond getting grounded or being told “no” to wearing a skirt. It’s about the manipulation, the emotional turmoil, the constant fear, the rejection, having to raise my sisters by myself. It’s the pounding on the door of the room I’m locked in just because I want something to eat. It’s the isolation, it’s the confusion. “Why is she like this?” It’s growing up flawed and scared and angry. So, so angry.

Posted by Anonymous. (via survivorssharingsecrets)

[youknowyouareasurvivorwhen]

You know you're a survivor when you wish she'd just hit you so you'd never have to doubt that the abuse was real

[samxcamargo]

Sometimes it’s so easy to focus on all the “bad” people in this world, and to say, “I hate people” and complain about others, but can we just take a moment to appreciate people? People who make you so grateful to be alive at the same time as them, people who encourage you, who tell you to go after your dreams, that your dreams are possible, people who believe in you so much that you start to believe in yourself too, people who remind you that you are more than “enough”, people who make you feel as if your life is worth living, who make you feel as if you matter, who love you unconditionally, who remind you that love isn’t the same as a broken heart, that love doesn’t tear you apart, it makes you whole. People who are so kind to you even though you don’t even know them or you just met, people who haven’t let the world put out the fire in their soul, who help others out of dark times and help them shine again. People who aren’t afraid of being vulnerable and still smile at strangers. Who are by your side no matter what, who genuinely care about you, who wish the best for you. People who help bring out a different side to you, who show you a whole world you didn’t even know existed, who make you feel alive. There are so many people in this world that make life worth living. I love people so much.

[thepoeticnightmare]

Can't wait for these people ❤️❤️❤️

[untamedunwanted]

On Facebook.

Reworked an older piece into something brand new.

[mattboythefatboy]

[norcal-nostalgia-deactivated201]

You were right to call me unstable. I’m a walking fucking disaster.

(via br0ken-and-lost)

But I'm trying to be better. I'll get there someday 🙏

[thepoeticnightmare]

I just want one person who I could turn to when the world got dark and be kind enough to hold up the light until I made it out. Who wouldn't be afraid of me. Who wouldn't run away.

[so-pale-girl]

[ikwt]

Going To The Sun (Jonathan Jung) | ikwt

[untamedunwanted]

Please stop trying to fix her. Broken girls are vibrant sorts, with eyes that glow with sadness, but also with a gift for understanding lost souls like themselves. They endure sleepless nights and learn about trauma young, to help others when they endure the same They understand the power of a random act of kindness more than anyone. But most of all. Broken girls know how to fix themselves, without destroying Those cracked parts through which the light shines through. So please. Stop trying to fix her. And let her fix herself.

Broken Girls Are A Gift not a Burden | Nikita Gill  (via untamedunwanted)

[lawyerupasshole]

[travel-story]

[followthewrittenword]

Used and antique books in Tel Aviv