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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

My heart races when I hear someone sigh and then the adrenaline takes forever to wear off. I hate having these reactions even when I know I am safe.

It really is the tiniest things that trigger me and ppl seem to think I’m exaggerating.

Abused kids speak a language you can’t learn

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“How stupid of me to think that I was the only flower in your garden”

- (C.B)

i like when alphonse is drawn like

this

Día 237/365

— Joy Katz, from “December, Fever,” All You Do Is Perceive (via lifeinpoetry)

Dolomites, Italy

•Healing•