"you can’t be just friends with people of the gender you’re attracted to"
myth actually true. i, as a bisexual, can confirm that i have no friends.
pansexuals spend their lives in solitude, with only rocks for company
meanwhile asexuals are friends with everyone. literally every single person on the planet. i do not know how i remember so many names
never! you’re a cutie & the whole world should know :)
- 1.: A "good week" is a term you use for work, not relationships. If it's been a "good week" in the middle of a never-ending "rough patch," it's actually the honeymoon phase of the abuse cycle. In a healthy relationship, the good times out number the bad. By a lot.
- 2.: Talking to your partner about the way they hurt you, and asking them to be more considerate of your feelings is not censoring them or being demanding or controlling. If you tell someone they're hurting you, and they refuse to stop, apologize, and fix it, you run and you run far.
- 3.: Getting them out of your life is certainly easier said than done. But it needs to be done. The relationship can only get worse and you deserve better.
- 4.: Abuse can be sneaky and denial is strong when we're close to the situation and we're in love and we've never experienced abuse before. Just because you didn't catch on sooner DOES NOT make ANY of it your fault. It's not your fault.
- 5.: Crying about it does not make you weak.
- 6.: It's ok to talk about it. Even when you're trying to get them out of your life, it's ok to talk about it a lot. It's healthy to get all those bottled up thoughts and feelings out of your system. You need a good support system and you need to use it.
- 7.: Focus on self care. Be selfish. Your abuser did a lot of damage. You need to heal as much as possible before jumping into another relationship or anything like that. Take all the time you need to get better.
please refrain from making transphobic comments and just like appreciate how amazing amiyah’s hair is
What a time to be alive
She has Sailor Neptune hair!
Nobody warned me. Nobody told me.
They talked about strangers in alleys,
they talked about men in masks
with chloroform and guns.
They taught me not to get in vans,
not to go home with strange boys,
not to get too drunk or too pretty.
They didn’t tell me it could be like this.
They didn’t tell me we would be dating.
That he would be older, exciting, handsome.
They didn’t tell me I would love him.
They didn’t tell me what to do
if he just didn’t bother asking.
They never taught me how to fight back,
how to be loud or angry
or how to care enough about myself
to stop him.
They didn’t tell me my mother would adore him,
or that he’d kiss me so softly afterwards.
They didn’t warn me to watch out for someone
who was supposed to care about me
and just didn’t.
They didn’t tell me it would take years
to admit that what he did was rape.
They didn’t tell me there would be people
who wouldn’t believe me.
They didn’t tell me it would hurt so much for so long.
So now I’m telling you. All of you.
All the ones who don’t know.
I’m telling you:
There are going to be people who want to hurt you.
People who want to control you,
who want to crush you, to steal the light from your eyes.
And I’m telling you:
Sometimes the monster isn’t as evil
as people want you to think.
Sometimes it’s hiding in plain sight,
disguised as someone you love.
Sometimes it’s not a monster at all.
Sometimes it’s just a man."