Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.
Hey, it’s not your fault. You were just a kid. You may still BE a kid. But I know a few things for certain:
You didn’t ask to be born into this world.
You didn’t ask to be treated the way that you were treated—whether it was by bullies, parents, or other family members.
You didn’t ask to “be a burden” to your caregivers, you deserved that space to be loved and safe
You didn’t ask for your consent to be broken.
You didn’t ask for the shame and guilt someone put you through.
You aren’t bad for something happening to you. You aren’t your trauma.
I’m sorry if you were ever made to feel that way, and I know that may never mean much coming from a stranger, but I know it’s something I wish I heard more.
I want to be someone’s favourite PLEASE
Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please
“Mouthful of Forevers”, Clementine von Radics
i don't feel well and i'd really like to hurt myself
I feel bad for not being as active as I normally am, but I contracted the norovirus from a boy that I babysit and it's been hell.
i'm not complaining but I could do without the feeling like shit every second of my days.
wow I love living in a townhouse and when I go to let my sister into the house ( after losing her keys) only to look behind her an see 7+ police cars at the neighbor across from us. This is a every few month experience for our neighborhood.
when we first moved into this house my mom got woken up to a banging on the door and strobe lights, only to open the door and in her words “a very good looking police officer” greeted her to ask about our next door neighbors, he was very understanding about how we don’t know them as we LITERALLY JUST MOVED IN.
my sister got woken up shortly after because they were calling out to the neighbors to get them to all walk outside and do the normal SWAT team shit, because yes my neighbors got SWATTED.
Now you might by asking, ‘but Daphie where were you when this happened?’ Dead asleep that’s where 😂
I slept through a fucking swatting, I have no memory of this happening until I was told about it in the morning.
moral of the story I can sleep through anything if I slept through a SWAT team- I have a few more stories like that in college lol
I got my septum pierced yesterday and it’s amazing, downside I didn’t tell my mom…
I’m almost 19, but my Hispanic mother will always spook me
me because i did sm work convincing everyone that i got better and i cant destroy that now
SomeBODY once
told me that you had a boyfriend, who looked like a girlfriend, I had in February of
Laaast Christmas, I gave you my heart...
Hiii, I'm Daph, welcome to my blog!She/her, 19yPinterest link: https://pin.it/6pjVXM4tZ
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