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@abandonedtrauma
This is the original deathworthy account. I have made a new one bc this one is marked explicit and hidden and I don't wanna deal with appealing it or deleting it. Will be reblogging with the new account

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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This account was created when I was about 14. I was being actively abused and had been for most of my life by then. I was deeply affected. This vent space and community saved me time and time again. I continued to remain actively abused until I left home at 18, but was then in an abusive relationship. I am now 21 and was abused by a stranger only a few months ago.
The difference from now and then? I am no contact with my family and I am in therapy and have finally been HEALING. I have support. I am not as hopeless as I once was. I haven't attempted my life in 3 years. I have a voice. My cycle of abuse has not yet ended, but I have support and the means of coping. I didn't when I was 14.
I thought about deleting this blog. But it reminds me of how far I've come. It reminds me of what I've been through. I still use tumblr via sideblogs, but this one is my archive of my struggles. I also have severe amnesia and my therapist and I can find events I've described here to work through at a slow pace that I previously couldn't remember details of.
Anyway. Things DO get better. I am keeping this account for now. One day, I'll feel like I won't need it.
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I’m rooting for you
Im adore you :(((( thank you
I still think about this like 3 yrs later. I'm rooting for me too. Somehow.
I am still traumatized. I think I started this account when I was, like, 14? I'm 20 now. Left my abusive home but I never left the fear. I mean. I'm not dead. But I don't feel alive most times. Im in therapy by my own accord. Im no contact with my parents. But I still panic, still cry, still self harm. That's so funny, isn't it? I've struggled with SH for 12 years now. Don't even wanna do it. I miss being strong and this entire account hurts me from the inside out. Me and god? We got major beef. But im still alive. Didn't plan to make it past 12. Many attempts were made past then. But im still alive. That means something, right?
I just hope that means something.

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I finally gained access to this account
“Abuse made you who you are now! It shaped you!”
I call bullshit. Abuse didnt shape you. You arent some angellic survivor that needs to have books and poetry written because of. You survived because you had to. You didnt have any choice but to survive or die. Abuse didnt shape you, you did. You saved yourself. You pushed through for yourself. You are you because of you. YOU are why you are who you are today. Abuse fucked you up.
Yes, abuse fucked you to pieces. But guess who glued those pieces together and continues to hold them together every single day? Guess who.
You do. So be proud.
I remember shaping myself into an unemployable disabled person. I’m so proud of myself.
I wrote this about 2 years ago and no longer feel the way I did when I wrote this. Your comment stood out to me because I feel the same. I still believe the fact that you push yourself and heal your own pieces, but you don't shape yourself. How you turn out isn't your own fault. Trauma has such deep physical aspects that I never realized until later on. I feel the same as you. And I'm sorry this post may have made you feel the way it makes me feel- responsible. Responsible for the debilitating point my body is at. You held yourself together, but you aren't at fault for being disabled or unemployed. Thank you for reading.
My life is great. I should be happy. But the memory of my abuse haunts me and my grades are slipping and I'm starving again I just want to die.
“Abuse made you who you are now! It shaped you!”
I call bullshit. Abuse didnt shape you. You arent some angellic survivor that needs to have books and poetry written because of. You survived because you had to. You didnt have any choice but to survive or die. Abuse didnt shape you, you did. You saved yourself. You pushed through for yourself. You are you because of you. YOU are why you are who you are today. Abuse fucked you up.
Yes, abuse fucked you to pieces. But guess who glued those pieces together and continues to hold them together every single day? Guess who.
You do. So be proud.

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Grow up nobody will save you. Youve got to save urself. Get your skinny ass up and keep fighting no matter what
Ayyyy im so sorry I have a new account. Thank you! Much love
“Abuse made you who you are now! It shaped you!”
I call bullshit. Abuse didnt shape you. You arent some angellic survivor that needs to have books and poetry written because of. You survived because you had to. You didnt have any choice but to survive or die. Abuse didnt shape you, you did. You saved yourself. You pushed through for yourself. You are you because of you. YOU are why you are who you are today. Abuse fucked you up.
Yes, abuse fucked you to pieces. But guess who glued those pieces together and continues to hold them together every single day? Guess who.
You do. So be proud.
Checked in to see notifs and saw over 11,000 notes on this post. Breaks my heart, but in glad to see all these captions of it helping people. Stay strong.
do not hurt your animals i swear to god.
Very seldom do i check this account, but i havent. Its just intrusive thoughts from trauma-induced problems. Im good at keeping those at bay bc i love my animals more thab absolutely anything else.
Im so much more weak than the past me. Past me was touched every single day, yet stayed up until 6 AM everynight for that one person while they cried.
Past me cut in silence and found hiding spots so well that I forgot about them. I was quiet and stitched myself back when Denise was too high to care.
Past me found out how to deal with when Denise punished me. In that cold, cold room. Only a shirt and pants. No pillow, no blanket, no sweatshirt, freezing. He pulled through even when he got sick from the cold.
Past me knew how to hide from my sister before she hit me. I was so good at finding places she would never look.
Past me didnt let anyone know I was dying. I had a stone wall up and no one knew I had the ability to cry. I wore jackets in 100° weather to hide the handprints he left on my arms and hips.
Past me didnt cry when he pushed me against the wall. When she hit me because i didnt listen. When he made me humiliate myself.
Past me saw the pictures of myself online and simply looked at them numbly. Not really caring. Only looking away when I looked up and saw my face, crying and red with humility. He stripped me of any dignity I had but past me just…didnt care.
Past me never broke.
But now, im so fucking weak. I cant handle those pictures, I cant handle the memory of those bruises, every set of hands thats been on me.
Im so fucking broken and I cant handle it anymore. I want to be strong again. Dont you get it? Im a pussy. Im nothing.
No ones using me right now so i have a chance to crumble. Someone please use me. I dont want to be weak.
Posting for my new acc to rb and add on
He just watched and laughed

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i love you
Hi darling!! I love this message and i love you❤❤ but unfortunately, i have a new blog since tumblr fucked me over. Ripmeapart if youd like to send anons or message or whatever youd like! Up to you❤❤
Don’t be embarrassed of something that was never taught to you. It’s more embarrassing for your parents than for you. Just google some stuff and you will be okay. And even if you smell, you aren’t the only one. Shit I probably smell to all the time. Just basic self care will help. I know it’s hard taking showers and stuff when it comes to depression but you got this.
Thank you 😭 ive been researching and such and just trying to make habits. I know i shouldnt feel embarrassed but yanno its one of those things. Thank you so much❤❤ ive gotten so many kind anons today i feel complete.