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"When we met, it was like two worlds colliding Too fast, too toxic and too catastrophic for each other. We both knew from the start 'us' would cause a mess But hell, it is the most beautiful mess I have ever felt. " ~ A.G.
This is completely relatable.
“You’ve always been defensive
and closed off to the world,
violent rather than vulnerable,
so point your gun at me--
I’ve been standing
with open arms anyway--
if it helps you relax knowing
the trigger is on someone else
other than yourself.”
-EL
Okay so salt water has salt in it. Salt is a mineral. Minerals are in rocks. Concrete is made of rocks. Gas stations have concrete in them. Gas stations? 7/11 is a gas station. 7/11 sounds like 9/11. 9/11 has the same numbers as 9-1-1. 9-1-1? The Air Force. What’s in the air force? Airplanes. Airplanes are made of metal, plastic, and glass. Metal forms from minerals. Salt is also a mineral. Glass? Made from sand. Sand? Made from minerals. Minerals? Salt is also a mineral. Salt is edible. Now let’s go back to plastic. Plastic is in the water. We drink the water. Animals drink water and eat plastic. We eat animals.
In conclusion: airplanes = edible
Our relationship is one of love and hate,
One day you care so deeply,
The very next you’re a flake.
You speak so, so much,
But tell me nothing at all.
You’re unreachable,
Surrounded by iron-clad walls.
You are without aim,
And have so little ambition,
But your creativity is marvelous.
Your smile is contagious.
You’re a little too honest,
With everyone but yourself.
You’re in dire need of a reality check,
Stop letting others put you down.
You’re worth more than you know.
You could do anything you desire,
But you fear the unknown.
A world of choices,
Yet you’re undecided.
Is your fear of failure,
Why you feel so daunted?
The calluses on your hands,
From writing, writing, and writing.
The aches in your being,
From everyone else you’ve been serving.
You got no time for yourself,
Darling, isn’t that unnerving?
It’s your life that you are living.
Our relationship is one of hate and love,
Regardless of the mixed feelings,
You should reach for the stars and above.
Look, with very few exceptions no one sets out with the intention of being a shitty abusive parent. A lot of shitty parents think they're doing it right. A lot of shitty parents think they're doing their best. A lot of shitty parents think that abusive shit they do is not really abusive and for the greater good of their child.
A lot of shitty parents love their kids, and would die for them, but they can still be abusive and shitty parents because they do shit they learned from their parents and don't pause a moment to think they may be doing it wrong because "I love my kid, abusive parents don't love their kids, so I can't be an Abusive Parent, not me, I'm good". A lot of shitty parents have their good moments, their good sides, and their kids can love them for it and then be doubly hurt when the good moment ends and things are shitty again.
Shitty parents are complicated people, the kids they raise are complicated people, and human relationships as a whole are a complex hot mess. There is not one right or wrong way to respond to abuse or choose how to handle the relationship to a shitty parent. No we don't wanna hear how you'd personally handle it in our shoes. You're not in our shoes. STFU.
BTW this is not some weird defense of shitty and abusive parents but for Christ's sake, this attitude that Shitty Parents - either real or fictional - are monsters out of a scary story who are contractually obliged to be shitty 100% of the time, all around, in every aspect of their lives, is actually harmful. It's untrue. It's stupid. It will lead kids of Shitty Parents to think that well, THEIR parents are not 100% evil and dastardly all the time, therefore they're not Actually Abusive, I must be exaggerating.
Shitty parents are not old school Disney villains breaking into song about how they love to do evil deeds to hurt their own children. They're people. Learn to tell the two things apart, for fuck's sake.
Haha no why would you ask that ahahaha silly you ahaha
No other options. It's Yes or No.
hubris is called when i think i could do my taxes
😭😭
“Sunbae…I like being called that way.”
Chill out, hydrogen chloride: You’re on the acidic side, You can turn blue litmus paper red, So it’s said; With base, you can neutralise, Water makes you ionise ’Cos you lose a hydrogen ion And you become Cl- and H3O+ Your pH is low, ‘cos in H2O You deprotonate -...
Being horny is like playing the piano it’s simple but fucking complicated.
I literally have no context behind this sorry.
#it’s been two episodes
I have dread right now, as I was asked for gifts for myself, and I can’t think of anything that wouldn’t debilitate my social stature any lower than it already is
Also I don’t want much, or I was conditioned to not want much, doesn’t matter
My blog, my problems
Yesterday and today not in a ok mood tbh it’s complicated tho ngl
Happy Mother's Day Mom!
how did it all change? how did it become so complicated? we live under the same roof and we fight constantly. we keep going at it, a never ending feud. u know i hated u; i think a part of me still does. it's just that our situations are so complicated now. i feel confused and you sure don't make it any easier for me. you constantly keep undermining me and pinning me onto the wall and blaming me. I've tried. oh how hard I've tried but there is no way to untangle so many year's rift all thrown together into this thing we call a relationship. do i wish that it was non existent? of course i do. i wish it every single day. i wish our relationship wasn't as broken and messy as it is now. i wish i could openly hug u and kiss you and say you how much i love you. but here's the thing. i do not love you. i do not know what i feel towards you. years of conflict and hate muddled my senses. it's like my brain tells me that i am programmed to love you but there's this glitch which makes it hard to feel that certain feeling and since i can't really over ride my biological programming, i can't hate you either. i most surely do not nothing you to be honest on a certain level. we fight and throw tantrums and you accuse me of things i haven't done and at the end of the day we still talk about stuff. i admit that there will never come a day when i will openly admit to you how conflicted i am about how i feel about our relationship but i guess the only thing to do is admit that this dysfunctional thing is what we are. we are not going to get past it. we crossed that threshold a long time ago, some scars don't heal properly. but may be some scars were meant to be etched into my skin, into my heart and into my brain and some scars were meant to be etched into yours. Nonetheless, Happy Mother's Day mom.