kid4mnesiac:

espressofleur:

Friendly reminder that you don’t have to wait until the weekends to live and enjoy your life. Go to your favorite coffee shop after school, call your friend, bake cookies on a Wednesday afternoon, dance around in your underwear. Your life is yours to live and you shouldn’t put it on hold because of work or school.

whats it like to have energy

philscatwhiskers:

carryonmy-assbutt:

thesolopianist:

thesewomenrulemyworld:

phils-mum-and-llama-placentas:

bangtidyniall:

I HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING

RING TING TINGLING TOOOOOOOOOOOOO

COME ON IT’S LOVELY WEATHER

FOR A SLEIGH RIDE TOGETHER WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

IT’S STARTED

IT’S BEEN NOVEMBER JUST FOR FEW HOURS YOU ANIMALS

Oh dear god it’s begun

yES IT’S TIME

IT. IS. TIME.

dasha-loses-it:

techno-organic-axolotl:

dasha-loses-it:

strawberryhorrorshow:

Being abused made me such a “good kid.”

I was

• Always polite
• Never acted without permission
• Never spoke out of turn
• Always did what I was told

And it’s shitty that I was considered mature and praised for those things, and all of those characteristics have translated into me being an immature, “bad adult.”

Now I

• Have difficulty making a keeping friends
• Can’t act without permission/am dependent on others for direction
• Am terrible at communicating
• Have no agency/personal compass

It’s a really difficult thing for people who were abused as children to grapple with.
What made us good children make us bad adults.

It also happens when it’s “just” emotional abuse and you rationalize to yourself that your parents did nothing wrong because “at least they didn’t hit me”.

“I’m tormenting my child with the eternal feeling that if they don’t meet this arbitrary standard/do a certain thing/act a certain way then they’ll never have my love or approval, but at least I don’t hit them!”

Parents like that can fuck right off. You’re causing damage to your child even if you can’t see it. The things you say and do to them will stick with them the rest of their lives. It will affect their perceptions of relationships, other people, the world, and themselves.

Emotional/psychological abuse is still abuse.

I’m 28, both my parents are dead and this shit still affects my life.