I Would Like To Get To Know You. I Would Like To Talk To You Every Day. I Would Like To Know About Your

“I want to tell him that I don’t know what I feel. I want him but I’m frightened to want him. I don’t want my happiness to be entirely dependent on somebody else’s…”

— Jojo Moyes

abusers be like “if you loved me you’d let me invade your boundaries and make you feel like shit if that makes me happy”

Society should stop having that stereotypical image of abuse

Abuse isn’t always bloody noses and hungry babies.

Constant yelling/belittling/humiliating your child is abuse.

Making fun of your child’s interests/clothes/looks/insecurities is abuse.

Threatening your child to hurt them if they disobeyed you is abuse.

Calling your child names is abuse.

Making your child feel unsafe is abuse.

Making your child feel guilty for being different is abuse.

This stereotypical image is what makes a lot of abuse survivors doubt their abuse.

Emotional abuse is valid and it’s NOT less important than physical abuse.

you ever be so stressed and you look in the mirror and you’re like wow ok great I’m fucking ugly too

have you ever fallen in love with someone that’s just so perfect? they treat you with nothing but kindness. they look at you the way people write stories about. their laugh is the sound that makes your day better. every single day. you look at them and you’re just home. i never thought i’d actually find someone like that, but i met you and suddenly we are what others dream of. you and i could conquer entire cities, discover magic and spend our entire life happy because we found each other. you are what i wished for.

4am

You are my person. You will always be my person.

Grey’s Anatomy (via ummpleasee)

eating isn’t shameful. you aren’t ugly just because you’ve gained weight. calories are necessary. treating yourself is okay. please take care of yourself. your body loves you and depends on you to help it function properly.

You know what’s the worst thing about abuse?

You think everyone is gonna hurt you like your abuser.

Everyone is gonna hit you like your abuser.

Everyone is gonna belittle you like your abuser.

Everyone thinks you’re a burden like your abuser.

Everyone is gonna yell at you like your abuser.

And that’s why you still flinch when someone raises their hand.

Overthink when someone doesn’t reply to you.

Panic when someone’s voice tone changes.

You see your abuser is everyone’s eyes.

““I love you, but you just make me so sad.” She whispered quietly enough to not wake him. “And I so badly want to go back to the way things were, but every time I look at you now I feel little edges of my heart cracking apart.” She kisses his chest with the next words, “I love you, but I have to love myself now.””

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that weird trauma dichotomy where you’ve always been considered more grown up and mature than your peers but now that you’re an adult you feel like you’re still a child emotionally