it is a corpse who loves you and adores you

                                you must know that I am made of death 

having an fp is like the line between hellfire and heaven.

normal person: *has a bad day, maybe a bad week, every once in a while* whatever I’m gonna bounce back! 

when you see your fp talking to someone else:

“We need abortion bc it’s better than having all these disabled kids in foster care!!!” Lets see what disabled people and kids in foster care have to say about that.

It’s not about how those who have had those things happen shouldn’t be alive, it’s about the fact women shouldn’t be forced to have a child they don’t want. We shouldn’t say “yes let’s have this baby I can’t take of because others want me to” and then have that child be taken into the system.

^^ this reply is so important because it totally debunks the obsession of pro abortioners to appropriate the struggle of disabled people to justify the murder of unborn child. Just by browsing through the notes of this post we can see how uncomfortable they are with people born from rape, disabled, raised in poverty, etc.. being grateful of being born and enjoying life despite their struggle. They pull out a self centered "b-but I wish I wasn't born" narrative. The thing is that YOU cannot decide over someone whether they want to live or not - this is not about YOU.

First off, as a person who is no stranger to abuse in multiple forms, I know the dark place your mind goes to when you are suicidal. I know how it corrupts your entire worldview and how self pity creeps in and creates a resistance to any word of advice, any outstretched caring hand. It makes it hard for you to care about others. You’re too busy caring for yourself to make up for the care you missed out on at the hands of people who should have loved you but either didn’t or didn’t do it right. You’re drowning in the identity you’ve been conditioned into defining yourself by. You’re sad. You’re tired. You’re angry. You’re alone. Or maybe sometimes you feel like a complete alien. Or maybe you don’t feel anything. Nobody could possibly understand and nobody feels what you feel. And nobody can lift the weight off you no matter how hard they seem to try. And it’s weird because you seem to be more annoyed by their efforts instead of appreciative. You feel gross for feeling that way, but it doesn’t stop you from feeling that way. The world seems awful, and while much of it is, there’s plenty of beauty, and love and hope out there that you just literally won’t let yourself see. And it all just festers.

"Nobody really cares until something dramatic happens"

“You’ll find someone you can be alone with without needing to recharge afterward.”

I won’t glorify or romanticize heartbreak. For me, it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living.