Top Posts Tagged with #parent issues

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s my body is a slaughterhouse.

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The concept of a parent assuring you they’re there for you, only for that support to disappear or turn harmful when you need it most (╭ರ_•́)..?

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: i have the everlasting tendency to ruin everything i love.]

The fed up urge to just stop talking at all. Like if I can’t be understood no matter how hard I try I might aswell not communicate at all. Not like it makes much difference

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Having parents that are good parents but aren't accepting of lgbtq stuff is weird because like, why am I grieving you while you're still alive. I'm going out doing stuff with you guys as a family that I would usually want to avoid because 'welp, when they find out, this is never gonna happen again.'

Like I just went fishing with my dad today. I have never wanted to go fishing before, until earlier when I realized that when they inevitably find out about the gay stuff, I'm never gonna have the chance to do it.

Every time I'm having a good time with them, I'm happy. I can pretend for a minute that everything is gonna be fine and dandy forever. But there's always this pit in my stomach knowing that it's not really gonna last.

And I know it goes without saying, but it really fucking hurts.

All I want is to stay close with you, to go out to dinner, to joke around, to help with the yard work, to show you my art, to visit on the holidays, and spend birthdays with you, but it's not gonna happen.