//TW//Ab*se, M*rder//
//TW//Ab*se, M*rder//
G*ps* R*se is honestly a better person than me, cause my mom would have to beg to only have those stab wounds to part earth with.
She would’ve personally been fed every drop of medicine left from that big ass pantry from my own hand. I would’ve made sure she wouldn’t feel a thing in any of her muscles expect the brain. And rest assured, she’d be parked in that wheelchair in front of loud ass cartoons until she kills herself from lunacy.
She got off too fucking easy. Mental abuse is a killer; a million times more deadly than physical abuse the way it burns on your soul for your entire life. The lights look different, you can hear them buzz louder. Footsteps aren’t just soft padded noises, they come down like thunder and they match your heartbeat. You feel suffocated, trapped, in a cycle of betraying them or yourself. You are never the victim even when you so very much are.
The PTSD is the same, I guess. You flinch at movement, have nightmares, search for a way out in every space you occupy, think of the entire conversation and rehearse it over and over before they happen, and you never feel alone.
G*ps* is luckier in a way. Her abuser messed up by letting her feel too unloved, and the guilt that bitches life was floating on sunk, hard.
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the thing about being replaced is it’s a feeling you deny up until it sits right in front of your face.
once things are clear- and you and everyone- comes to the understanding that someone else is receiving your affection, the moments already passed.
and it sucks.
a lot.
even when she deserves it because she really is that great and lovable.
she’s just better. she laughs louder, her cheeks tinge pink with it. when she does it, she turns towards you and places both hands on your forearm with a gentle grasp. you feel taken when all of her eyes and lips angle themselves towards your being. it makes your chest puff up in a proudness that only someone so great and lovable can make you do.
I’ve never been great or lovable.
I’ve always been told im too rough. my face gets serious in all the wrong moments, and i look at you with a tentative smile instead of something wide and so open to receiving anything you can give.
i have nothing to take. im so full of sadness, so tinged with blue. there’s no more marks on this canvas worth making. the picture so ugly and wide.
she’s a painting of a cloud, always pleasant to look at whether its at high morning or at sunset. all of her at any time is digestible.
and its so unfair, isn’t it? That we have the same colors and you just show them better, you just carry it lighter.
but you deserve that love, i swear it. you were born deserving, grew up deserving. so deserving no one told you different. no one beat you down to ensure you knew you were any less deserving. no one proved it to you the way they did with me.
so when i see you replaced me, I let the moment pass. i let the laughter wash the hurt right out of me.
.🏃🏻💨
by @oioi_46
have you ever been in love?
then you understand that you cannot fall out of it.
you’re arms are a hole and i know that there’s a way out
somewhere.
but loving you is a comfort that
I don’t want to part from to look.
— Warsan Shire
creepy groomer i used to work with when i was 17 started texting me again . i think he’s 28 now.
strange? does he not remember how the entire circumstance of which i let him step within the mandated 6 feet during covid was because i liked the attention from older men?
being in my 20’s just means i like them 40 and up now , not guys a mere 6 years older.
i was thinking about making a tinder just to message them and feel a rush but ik that’ll crash and burn so badly. a whole population of men with nothing to lose having a picture of my face and sweet words from me. i can already feel the fear and i’m trying to convince myself it’s a bad fear NOT a good one.
he’s messaged me twice now . just a “hey,” and I wonder what he means. Is it to get my attention , is he hoping I’ve kept the same number , is he scared of saying what he wants. does a shark announce he’s going to tear your limb from your body or does it just unhinge it’s jaw awaiting the moment where it swims close enough to snap shut?
what if, instead of texting you, i just talk here and fantasize about you reading it?
i imagine you stumbling upon this and realizing that i still love you. i mean, it’s right here! on this post! made just for you!
everything i write these days is for you.
everything thought i make has your smile in it. buried between letters and my fingers moving to tap on this keyboard. it’s to the rhythm of your heart.
bump, bump, bump.
mine is speeding up, if you are reading this of course. i can see you shocked still- swiping to our messages at the bottom of your logs, hovering over your own letters.
do you remember my face enough? can you capture it like i do yours?
god your heart is still beating in my head. i remember after our first kiss, i laid my ear against your chest and heard it for the first time.
bump, bump, bump,,,,
and it never. stopped.
come home to me
or at least
write me a letter
my favorite sterek fics are the ones where Derek becomes a deputy and works with Stiles’ dad and they become this mini family unit of crime fighters. like sheriff stilinski just wants to support his son and be in his life and that means adopting his grumpy wolfy boyfriend and if looking out for his new family means Derek joins the local police department
,,, well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ we get steamy gun scenes and breakfast with organic pancakes fluff
my dumbass listens to sad music and then my dumbass wonders why i’m sad
- Sylvia Plath
I’m not even a charli xcx fan but I felt compelled to make this
