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for awhile it felt right
and then it started to hurt
but his hands didn’t leave my body
they only gripped me harder
i would’ve said stop if i could find the words
i would’ve said stop if i could fight the tears
my throat was dry and my hips turning blue under his touch
when it was over
i didn’t want to be in my own body
but i did this to myself. i asked for it. i wanted it. i like it.
i thought maybe the pain on my face would raise some concern
but it only made it worse
it’s like he was waiting for me to break
and he broke me that night
warm fingers between my thighs
i didn’t know it was real
i was dreaming of somewhere better
then i felt my body being bent into position
the sound of a wrapper being torn
why didn’t i tell him
i should’ve just told him to stop
he leaves to go to the bathroom. i sit in silence.
i just won’t call him again.
i just won’t call him again.
it doesn’t matter anymore
but lately i can’t sleep
i still feel it
even if i rub myself clean
i’ll be dirty forever
and that’s okay
because at least he’ll never want to touch me again
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there is a child inside me
she lives on in the way i love the colour green
she lives on in the way i still use my fingers to count
she lives on in the way i skip the cracks on the sidewalk
i’m 22, why do i still do that
sometimes i hear her in the way i speak about my interests
sometimes she’s there before i go to bed
and she always asks the same question
“will i ever grow up to be like you?”
then my heart starts to ache
“you are me” i say, because she is, wonderfully so
“really?”
and the tone in her voice is so hopeful
i nearly fall to my knees
your inner child admires you more than you know
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the less i know the better
yet somehow im punished for not knowing enough
the more is gone the lighter i feel
the lighter i feel the more i float away
it’s like i am a piece of what i used to be
i am nothing more than a program gone wrong
nothing more than an extra piece of the puzzle that doesn’t fit in but doesn’t belong elsewhere
prisoner would be the word
trapped in the unconscious
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i can’t remember the last time i wanted to die
i’d like to write about it
but the feeling is a stranger to me now
i remember crying in silence with empty darkness all around me
i remember scratching the words into my skin
and hoping someone would see them and ask
are you okay?
all i can really respond is am i?
the last time i was okay
was last week
i was walking home with the breeze in my hair
but when i was 15
i could not walk without being weighed down by my own demons
i’m 22 now, and i grieve the grief i used to feel
i still feel the ghosting touch of those demons, trying to drag me back down the hole
i let them caress my legs now, they cannot hurt me
i wish they would
pain is comfortingly familiar
what am i to do with peace? i’ve never known it before.
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convince yourself this is all there is
work until your joints are sore
this is truly all there is
there is never going to be anything more
you sit with empty plates
lining up the streets
waiting for your first meal this week
you were promised a life
but they cannot provide
once we’re all dead
who’ll take their side?
fuck the politicians
fuck the 1%
fuck all you landlords and your rent
there are countries of factories
16 hours a day
they are slaves to these systems
and die before they earn their pay
yet you shout at the homeless
you shout at the poor
you shout at the hungry
you shout at the sick
you teach your children
to beat and to kick
anyone with skin
darker than them
you teach your sons that
“boys will be boys”
and you wonder why they treat girls
as toys
it’s never your problem until you get hurt
it’s never your fault until you get caught
you don’t fucking care and that’s pretty clear
but don’t come to us when the end is near
- the state of our world, and i’m angry about it
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i want her to notice me
but i don’t exist that way to her
i want to run my hands through her hair but she only ever lets me braid it
i want to look at her with love in my eyes but she can never know
so i close them and forget her face
- loving a straight girl
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ready to wither away and watch from above as everyone mourns my passing
it feels like i’ve been alive too long
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hey. i know i’ve been mad inactive for years, but i’ve been in somewhat of a situation.
i’ve been battling homelessness for the last 3 and a half years. it’s been long. i’ve bounced from friends couches to shelters to rehabs, just to have a roof over my head.
i’ve held a steady job for the last 3 years, but i got out of an abusive relationship last year- my ex took 8000$ total over the course of 3 months. they put me in massive debt to pay their rent, their boyfriend’s rent (yes, my ex cheated throughout the relationship and i didn’t want to argue about it), and more. i was the only one of us 3 working a stable job and receiving income. it got to a point where i had to leave, even if i was making myself homeless again in the process.
i found stable housing recently, but it won’t be stable for long.
i’m currently 600$ short on rent. i’m about to get evicted monday if i can’t cough it up.
i’ve been on disability from a concussion that gave me significant brain scarring- during a DV incident with my ex. My job has since been denying accommodations and refusing my return to work. I haven’t been getting a single dime since November.
i’m really struggling. i know a lot of you are too. but even 1$ helps.
if you can afford to give, i appreciate it. if you can’t, a reblog or comment is JUST as appreciated.
paypal.me/rileymarietracey
normally i don’t post stuff like this, i know.
but i’ve tried every other option. i don’t qualify for ODSP because i’m not in a wheelchair, nor am i intellectually disabled. i’ve tried to contact OW, but they haven’t replied and i’m on a deadline. i’m not eligible for EI as of right now, since i’m technically still employed. my employer is doing this on purpose to either force me to quit the job i’ve held for the last 3 years, EVEN throughout homelessness, (aka the only stability and consistency i’ve had throughout this ordeal) or return to work with NO accommodations for my brain injury.
i’m in a rough spot.
thanks for taking the time to read this, if you did. and thanks again for any donations or engagement you guys give me. i am forever grateful.
#mutual aid#finance#please help#help#financial help#donations#please donate#donate if you can#donate please#donation#donation post#crisis#homeless#homelessness#i’m gonna be homeless#help me
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FUCKKKK ME UGH
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Brie Larson played in an offensive and racist movie and appropriated Desi culture in it. She played a white saviour. She has not apologized for it.
She has been accused of repeatedly being irrationally rude to her costars.
Her feminism is white-centric and as a woc, it disgusts me how often she makes “hot takes” which completely disregard woc issues and she often speaks over other woc activists.
I dont hate her character, nor her acting. Not everyone is emotive and expressive, and assuming that all women have to show a vast range of emotion while playing a character is not only an ableist microagression (considering autistic women exist lol) it’s misogynistic, but we won’t get into that.
This post is probably several years old and nobody gives a fuck but that’s ok i just wanted to share

Please don’t affiliate my bi king Peter Parker and my lesbian goddess Carol Danvers with straight white cis billionaire t*ny stank
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There are numerous reasons—none of which make sense
She doesn’t have a personality
She doesn’t portray emotions
She doesn’t smile often
She’s too powerful
She’s cocky/arrogant
She came into the mcu way too quickly and is now one of the most powerful
She’s definitely apart of the lgbt community
And my personal favorite is her costume.
NOW WE’RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT WHY NONE OF THESE ARE RELEVANT
Carol Danvers has a personality, but because she spends the entire movie trying to take down the enemies on a strange planet where she doesn’t know anyone, she hasn’t had much time to open up
Neither does dr strange. And I’m not even joking—he literally does not show any emotion throughout his movie
I don’t think I have to bring this one up, but you should’ve seen what Brie Larson did to other marvel movie posters 😂
She’s too powerful? Bro thor is a literal god, Wanda can alternate reality, and strange has literally made a bargain with the universe in his hands
Ok? You guys love t*ny/r*j for the same reason
So had doctor strange and people love him
Some people are mad because she’s theorized as a lesbian. I don’t understand how her love interest’s gender would negatively effect her storyline but ok
I had the costume as my favorite for a reason. The only reason people hate the costume is because it doesn’t show enough skin. Can you guess who makes the most complaints about that?
Yup.
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THREAD OF THINGS YOU WOULD DO FOR A GIRL BECAUSE SHE’S PRETTY THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BREAK PROTOCOL, GO!!!
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if u ever want to know what eating wax feels like, just take a bite of cold cheese
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what do u call breeds of inanimate things?? like for example car breeds;
toyota, honda, audi, kia.. these are all breeds but there’s a name what’s the name
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throwback to when my hair was badass. i wanna go purple again 😔
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jessica camacho: *exists*
me:

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Me, at work, pushing carts in the parking lot with classical music blasting: :)
car: HONK
Me:
#disclaimer i don’t actually have both earbuds in EVER bc i don’t want to get hit by a car#don’t fire me pls walmart i deserve this#oops#shitpost#idk#i’m a tagslut leave me alone
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