Dark Shadows Dancing

One day I want to open a house that anyone can come and stay at if they need a place to be safe and feel at home. Sometimes tumblr makes me sad because I see so many people having a rough time of it… so many people who feel alone, who are abused, or who feel unsafe, or who are being bullied, or rejected, or are just struggling with all the shit life throws at them. And I wish I could reach out and help them - bring them home with me and give them hot cocoa and keep them safe and loved until they start to feel okay again. I wanna open a home where anyone could come stay if they wanted to for free - no matter what they are struggling with, no matter who they are - and just be home and feel safe. I’d fill it with dogs and cats to cuddle, and soft pillows and big blankets to snuggle in, and hot tea to warm you up inside, and soft lighting and gentle music and a bunch of other people just like you all dealing with their own stuff. And it’d just be a revolving door of people who’ve been through shit helping people who are currently dealing with shit and people currently dealing with shit helping people who’ve gone through shit and we could all just be kind to each other and help each other patch up our broken battered hearts and just maybe help each other find our way through this thing they call life.

if you defend my abuser, you don’t love me

My head feels like that scene in movies where someone wakes up in a strange dark room and they find themselves chained up and locked in so they panic and start to scream and cry for help. But then the camera zooms out and shows that they’re buried deep under the ground of a busy street with no hope of ever being heard or rescued. So they just keep screaming. That’s my head every day… the busy numbing street of life bustling away on the surface while deep inside someone is screaming and screaming and screaming…