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sam — 16 — trauma/coping/shitpost blog

[dirtsnakes]

step one.

[bpdshitposts]

fp: i’ll talk to you later, stay safe!

me: 

[sufferingorgan]

you had my past, i’m not giving you my future too // notes to my abuser, pt. 2

[deadwatered]

[softanti]

when pedophiles get harrassed: 😍😍💜 when pedophiles get arrested: 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍❤❤❤❤❤❤ when pedophiles get murdered: 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍💘❤💓💕💖💗💙💚💛💜💝💞💟❣ when pedophiles burn in hell: 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💝💜💛💚💙💗 when pedophiles are far the fuck away from children: 😍🤗😍💘💘💘❤❤❤💓💓💔💕💕💕💖💖💖💗💗💗💙💙💙💚💚💚💛💛💛💜💜💜💝💝💝💞💞💞💟💟💟❣❣❣💌💌💌

[nwumb]

maybe we had bad timing maybe we were toxic to each other maybe we’re meant for each other in another life i still miss you. // Pt 1. Craigslist Confessions.

[leafsea]

it’s not a joke // 3.2.2017

[leaveful]

[affectionsuggestion]

I just want to make gingerbread houses with you around Christmas please

[dreamsicleheart]

[rocksinherpockets]

[quietvoiced]

[thoughtsofla-deactivated2017050]

Losing someone isn’t a one-time event. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time I hear that song on the radio; whenever I play the game we used to play, or when I see your friends. I lose you every time I think about holding you and kissing you. I lose you when I can’t keep myself calm. I lose you when I think about you wrapping yourself around him. And at night, I lose you when I wish I could tell you about how my day went. And in the morning when I wake up and realize that you’re gone, I begin to lose you all over again.

LA // excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via thoughtsofla)

[furiousgoldfish]

Can you imagine something worse than your child being terrified of you?

Can you imagine something more painful than your child’s heart breaking because they trusted you?

Can you imagine anything more horrible than your own child sobbing and crying themselves to sleep because of something you did to them?

Can you imagine anything more damaging than your child flinching whenever someone makes a fast movement because of how you beat them?

Can you imagine anything more heartbreaking than your child hiding from you because they know you will hurt them?

Can you imagine anything more cruel than your child hating themselves because you taught them there’s nothing to love in them?

Can you imagine anything as abominable as your child scared and suffering and not even thinking to ask for your help because they know you would tell them it’s their fault and hurt them worse?

Can you imagine anything as hateful as your child hiding every bit of themselves because of the shame you forced them to feel?

Can you imagine anything as tragic as your child knowing deep inside they will never be good enough for anyone because they’ve never been good enough for you?

Why do you abuse your children? There is nothing on this world that would be a good enough reason to do this to a child. 

[youngqueerwitch]

I think, I think one of the worst things about realizing you’ve been abused is the actual realization. Slowly learning what’s normal and what isn’t. Having it smack you in the face that “oh god that wasn’t normal that’s not normal all” and it’s just this horrifying realization

And it gets worse. You remember more trauma. You remember more of the hell they put you through. You wonder how they still think they did nothing wrong?

You doubt. You refuse to doubt. You panic. You become this mess of “is this real” and “I know this is real” and “I don’t want this to be real”

[mud]

[norunningbythepool-deactivated2]