Weirdness

I understand that it’s Tuesday and I don’t ever drink alcohol and it’s not even noon yet, but uhh, I could really use a drink.

So basically

Patton: If I stay in bed, I will be warm.

Patton: If I take a shower, I will also be warm.

Patton: …But the space between the bed and the shower, no, that is not warm.

woman: *talks about equality in any way*

men every time: so i can hit you, right? i can beat the absolute shit out of you? it’s equality :)

Men =/= Women

Women can have equal social standing when they make an equal contribution and half of our infantry are women.

William. You are so brave for talking shit when you look like this. How many layers of inbred are you? Is your family tree more like a family donut? I can see that you tried with that hairstyle, but you shouldn’t have. You see, Billy Bob, you can’t just take the shavings from your head and sprinkle them on your top lip and call that a mustache. That hairline is trying to run away from your bad opinions. Your eyebrows aren’t even on speaking terms. Every level of your development as a human has been another mistake. And here you sit, on your porn blog, explaining to human women why we can’t be equal until we’re half of the infantry… are you? I find that really hard to believe. Is that what you think makes a person worthwhile? Being a meat shield? Cleetus, if that’s all you aspire to, I’m so sorry. Look at those shoulders. You wouldn’t even be a good meat shield, because someone could shoot at you point blank and still miss

What contribution have you made to society? The largest cumsock collection in all of Alabama? Most Cousins Fucked 2k15? How many confederate flags do you own, exactly?

Billy bob. No one wants to be equal to you. We can do so much better than that.

Every line had me screaming

C L E E T U S

pro tip about relationships, you can call them all sorts of cheesy shit and they have to sit there cause they love u. i call my bf “lover”. if i ask him “whos the cutest boy in the whole world?” he has to stand there whole six feet of grown ass man with a news anchor voice and say “i am”.

trauma culture is hating being told what to do but simultaneously needing it in order to make any decision ever lol

IT’S IN WORDS

it doesn’t matter if they “tried their best”, they “meant well”, or they’re “better now”- you don’t have to be okay with what they did! you don’t have to be okay at all! you don’t have to forgive them! you’re allowed to be traumatized, or angry, or hurt, no matter what has changed, no matter how much time has passed. please let yourself feel! acknowledge it was wrong because it was wrong! You didn’t deserve it- you really didn’t, no matter what! i swear to god, no matter what, you deserve to heal.

*gets an old trauma memory back* sweet. bonus backstory unlocked 

it’s like being a ghost and trying to solve your own damn murder

Interviewer: where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Me: I used escapist fantasies as a coping mechanism to get through years of trauma and therefore never learned how to plan for a real life future

fake conversations in your head of you venting to someone

working through trauma by yelling at no one while driving alone

validating yourself by imagining situations where bad things happen to people and you save them

reinforcing trust in your loved ones by imagining situations where bad things happen to you and they save you

Explaining things to your therapist in an imaginary session

Projecting all your trauma onto an imaginary character and imagining others comforting them

Wanting fictional characters to have all the emotional support and physical affection you’ve always wanted

imagining complex plans of escape from your abusers, imagining facing up to your abusive family

gen z is crying about childhood trauma and then crying harder when your family tells you you’re overreacting to “something that wasn’t so bad in the first place”

you’re okay.

this is the part where you relearn how to breathe. this is the part where you relearn how to walk on your own. this is the part where you learn to sleep with both eyes shut. this is the part where you open doors for yourself, where you learn to look in the mirror again, where you learn to drink from a glass without trembling.

you’re okay.

breathe.

If you’re angry and bitter this week, I see you. If you’re hurting, I see you. If you’re struggling, I see you. If you’re barely keeping it together and you’ve already fallen apart four times this week, I see you.

This time of year can be so hard for a lot of people. Myself included.

If you’re alone this week, if you have nowhere to go, if you’re forced to be around people who don’t support you, if you’re being misgendered and disrespected, if your family is dysfunctional and/or abusive, if you’re struggling with dysphoria, if you’re fighting mental illness, I see you.

We’re strong enough to survive this.

One of the worst things about repeatedly being accused of being manipulative, is that you start to believe it. You start to second-guess your own actions and motivations, until you can’t be sure of anything. So it becomes that much easier for someone to convince you you brought this on yourself.

Do not let anyone tell you otherwise. 

It was not your fault, you’re safe, it’s over.

fathers be like im literally such an amazing parent and so respectful while being horribly violent, abusive, manipulative monsters 

Do the things that make you feel like YOU.

Inspired by @transboysunited xoxo