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Be Bold, Wild Child

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The answer is love

I want to take every trans kid who can’t afford it on a shopping spree and get them anything they need to feel more comfortable in their body I want to talk to young LGBT+ members who are growing up in a hateful environment where they’re scared to be themselves and I want to tell them that life outside their small town is, as a whole, more forgiving and that there’s nothing wrong with them. I want to take in every child abuse victim and give them a place where they can feel safe and a place that’s theirs. I want to make sure they know someone loves them. I want to talk to Immigrants who have done so much for our country yet are faced with societal challenges everyday and make sure they know that so many of us are thankful for their work. I want to take in every Refugee and make sure they know that a lot of us want to welcome them into our country.

I want to walk to class with bullied kids and make them laugh at dumb jokes and have a good time with out worrying about their bullies. I want to sit with kids who’s parents have cancer or other deadly shit and let them know that they are strong enough to fight right beside their parents I want to listen Neurodivergent people because they have the most interesting stories and they are the most interesting and intelligent people and there are so many misconceptions I’m sure I still hold. I want to sit with any one with Anxiety and depression and listen to the little things that keep them happy and grounded and share my own reasons for getting up in the morning. I want Rape survivors to know that thousands of us are willing to stand with them. I want to make sure they know it’s not their fault, it doesn’t mean their broken, and that people still love them. I want to talk with other kids who have attempted suicide or have suicidal thoughts and tell them why I’m still around and why they should always just hold on a little longer. I want to spend time with anyone who feels alone. I want to do all of these things but I can’t. The most I can do is to push through to my professional goals and hope that I am a part of creating something that make people realize that others care about them, that their voices are heard, and that they are never alone. And for now I can try my best to do little things to make peoples days better. To show compassion and to comfort even when it’s hard. To listen when others talk and to hear them. If any of you need someone my inbox and the inbox of anyone who reblogs this is open. Message me, send asks (with a * if you don’t want me to answer it publicly) on anon or not. I hope you find someone or something that makes you feel just a little happier.

So many women have experienced horrific forms of male violence throughout their lives, and why isn’t there a song about how you get depressed because of it? And you don’t know what to do, and you don’t know how to talk to your friends and how weird it is to be a feminist in that situation, where there’s sort of the expectation that you’re super-strong superwoman but you’re just, like, eating pizza in your house avoiding talking about it.

Kathleen Hanna (b. November 12, 1968) is an American musician, feminist activist, and punk zine writer.  (via feministsorgnow)

Society tells us that we need to forgive in order to heal. They tell us that it’s not healthy to hate our abuser and we need to let go of our anger.  That’s bullshit. I am angry at my abuser and I’m happy with that because it means I’ve finally stopped blaming myself. I’m angry at the person responsible and not me anymore. I think that’s a good step in healing. 

° Marital rape was legal in this country until 1976 when Nebraska was the first state to outlaw it. South Carolina was the last in 1993.

°In Oklahoma, it’s not considered raping your spouse if there’s not violence involved. Spouses also aren’t included in the clause that says someone can’t consent if they’re unconscious.

°In Ohio, a rape that happens in marriage when the spouses are living together is a lesser charge. 

°Researchers estimate that 10 to 14 percent of married or formerly married women have experienced at least one forced sexual assault by a husband or ex, according to the National Online Research Center on Violence Against Women.

°In 30 states, there are still some exemptions given to husbands from rape prosecution. A husband is exempt when he does not have to use force because his wife is vulnerable (e.g., she is mental or physically impaired, asleep, etc.) and is legally unable to consent. Because of the marital contract, a wife’s consent is assumed.

°According to the National Online Research Center on Violence Against Women, marital rape is not restricted to women of any specific age, race, ethnicity, social class or geographic location.

It doesn’t matter if your abuser is blood related.  It doesn’t matter if your abuser is mentally ill.  It doesn’t matter if your abuser was abused themselves.  You are under no obligation to forgive them and you are allowed to be angry. You are justified in how you feel, and you are valid. 

chronic illness skills:

-really good at getting blood drawn -sleeping -tv marathoning -doing everything in pain -know the best heating pads -will sit on the floor if there are no chairs -smarter than doctors sometimes tbh

Lost Boy

Chorus:

I hold you in my dreams 

You live, inside of me

I eagerly await the day 

When I can look you in the face 

Your small button nose

Your soft little hands 

Hold my heart captive 

Changing all of my plans

 Verse 1:

Lying in bed 

Not knowing what was wrong 

Day after day 

Feeling nothing could be done

Too sick to stand

I’m driven to the spot 

And told two simple words

That will never be forgot

Ten more people ahead

Name called, tests begin and end 

In and out of sleep   

the nurse returns to me and says

all tests but one show

I’m as healthy as can be

But, she paused, the last test shows

That there’s a human growing, inside of me

 Pre chorus:

I start to cry 

This can’t be true 

I can barely take care of me

How am I supposed to take care of you?

 Chorus:

I hold you in my dreams 

You live, inside of me

I eagerly await the day 

When I can look you in the face 

Your small button nose

Your soft little hands 

Hold my heart captive 

Changing all of my plans

 Verse 2:

Months of sickness follow 

Endless days go pass 

Sickness takes the back seat

Giving me a rest 

Excitedly went to the doctor 

Hoping for the best 

Waiting to hear your beating heart 

Instead, a hole forms in my chest

We never did hear that beat 

The one made especially for you

Crumbled to the floor

Sob is all that I could do 

My body filled with pain

Sunny skies once shown so bright

Suddenly suffocated by rain

Crying myself to sleep at night  

 Pre chorus:

I start to cry 

This can’t be true 

I don’t care about taking care of me

All I want is to take care of you

 Chorus:

I hold you in my dreams 

You live, inside of me

I eagerly await the day 

When I can look you in the face 

Your small button nose

Your soft little hands 

Hold my heart captive 

Changing all of my plans

 Bridge/transitional verse:

3 years later 

The storm never really passed 

So I learned to dance in the rain

Because life goes by to fast

I know you that are safe my dear

And you would want me to live fully

For you are in never never land

First star to the right 

And straight on till morning 

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little happy things:

  • seeing someone who is equally as excited to see you
  • when you’re somewhere beautiful, away from things that stress you out
  • actually completing your homework quickly without procrastinating too much, and then sleeping on time
  • when your friend shares a generous amount of food with you
  • reading something that perfectly describes what you’ve struggled to put into words
  • starting a new journal with new stationery
  • waking up in the morning and feeling happy for no reason
  • discovering a new favourite tv show, song or person that makes you excited again
  • making food or art and then feeling proud of your creations
  • realizing that you don’t care anymore about something that made you sad or anxious before