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This is so sweet and pure. Lol.

I’m crying. I’m also rooting for the Blues now.

@kvnbksa have you seen the updates?

I LOVE THIS!!!!!

Standing in your own house

This is so cute

SHE’S SO PRECIOUS ASDFGHJKL

Growing up in an abusive household is a fucking trip dude……If you’ve never had someone angrily wash a dish at you or fold a sock in your direction then how are you gonna understand why I get nervous when you quietly do the laundry, or why I ask “are you mad at me?” when you set the bag of groceries down too hard? It’s a totally different way of living and it impacts you long after you’ve left the situation.

This is so important.

Abused kids speak a language you can’t learn

I’ll never forget the people who threw a fit about this post because they didn’t understand the anxiety when someone just seems angry while in your proximity

fake conversations in your head of you venting to someone

working through trauma by yelling at no one while driving alone

validating yourself by imagining situations where bad things happen to people and you save them

reinforcing trust in your loved ones by imagining situations where bad things happen to you and they save you

Explaining things to your therapist in an imaginary session

Projecting all your trauma onto an imaginary character and imagining others comforting them

Wanting fictional characters to have all the emotional support and physical affection you’ve always wanted

Writing a character that goes through the same troubles as you and give them loving family and friends to help them cope

these are actually healthy copong mechanisms

Oh, thank goodness.

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

this fucks me up every single time

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

clock actions and be on your way

I’m the screaming at the last second

cuz im strong