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fuck all romance except whatever the fuck that metalhead freak and his himbo babysitter boyfriend had going on
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me reading a slow burn with an idiots to lovers trope

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fluff should be mandatory. if u hurt u comfort!!! it’s hurt/comfort not hurt[redacted]!!!
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the found family trope is inherently queer and you can’t change my mind
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is it a coincidence that so many abusers are “more believable” than the people they abuse?
no (definitely not)
I get so tired of trying to explain that because how do I say: abusers are good at abusing, they are good at continuing abuse, they are good at finding people who won’t be believed, abusers are good at being trusted by large groups of people
how do I say that when the default is to trust abusers and to disbelieve/dislike victims/survivors
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A glimpse into the journal of a (quite intelligent) 16 year old girl. Photographed, with permission, in Central Park.
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Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just … start.
Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via historypleaseletmebe)
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Open letter #2
This one's hard because I'm struggling to work out my own feelings right now, everything's a bit muddled up, but I'm gonna give it a go because then at least I can say I've tried (however I do not recommend this approach, kinda sucks right now). Okay so here it goes: this time, things are different. I don't have that urge to make up and glaze over our issues like we usually do, I want you to realise that something isn't right here. I want you to, for the first time ever, see past that happy face I put on, question the cheery response I give when you ask 'is everything okay?' Because things are not 'okay'. Things have never really been 'okay'. Right now, things are so far from 'okay' that I don't even remember that it feels like to be 'okay'. And the fact that you can't see that makes everything worse because you're supposed to pick up on these things. I'm sorry if it feels like I expect a lot from you. It may seem that way but honestly, all I ever really wanted was for you to care. Perhaps you really aren't that perceptive, I hope that's the case. However somehow I doubt it. You're one of the best people I know for figuring out how people are feeling so I think that in reality you know that I'm not happy right now but you don't give a fuck, and that's why you haven't bothered to figure out why I'm feeling this way. All I ever wanted was for you to care just a fraction of the amount I cared for you.
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Open Letter #1
If you told me this time last year that I’d be where I am today then… Well, firstly I wouldn’t even know who you were (I miss that time), and then I’d tell you to fuck off because I will never, ever, compromise who I am for something so incredibly… Weak.
And yet here I am, writing an open letter that you’ll never see because I have absolutely no outlet for my feelings anymore… Everything I was and everything I stood for is just a distant memory. When I hear about the person I used to be it feels like a complete stranger is being described to me, and don’t get me wrong, part of the blame is on me for letting it happen, but seriously, you did this.
I think the worst part is that there’s still this cloak of fiction around everything; I’ve never really been one to hide my feelings but it feels like I’m hiding everything now, even from myself sometimes.
I guess the real thing that bugs me is that I can’t see any possible way that someone would do such a thing to someone they love.
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You said you’d always love me And I guess it makes sense That such a lovely lie Would come from such a pretty mouth
“You told such gorgeous tall tales”
(via s-trawberryveins)
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It terrifies me to think that I may never find someone that I connect with more than the way I did with you. But it also gives me hope because before you, I didn’t know that profound level of a connection with someone was even possible.
(via vividlyspoken)
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princething:
winter looks: wearing a blanket over your shoulders like an aging king and looking over your kingdom with weary malaise
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