i have nothing to say anymore and yet i feel the need to type because i feel like i'm going to vomit my heart out if i don't. i don't want to think about it. i don't want to be haunted by memories. i'm tired. i'm so fucking tired. i can't wait until my scar issue is so thick that i can't feel a single thing.
kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc
Herman Bogman Jr., 1890-1975
Cat lying on green chair , ca.1950/65, watercolor, 47x32 cm
“in order to create loving males we need to love males” means teach boys that they can be themselves without being less of a man. it means being encouraging and nurturing of their emotions so they don’t become cold and hateful. it means showing boys, early in their lives, that they have value outside of what our society deems proper masculinity. what it doesn’t mean is that it’s our job to handhold men who see women as walking sex toys through the concept of empathy, and maybe if we’re really really nice to them and don’t say things that hurt their feelings they’ll stop killing us for saying no
Your trauma responses once kept you safe. Thank them, then gently let them know their job is done. It's time to grow.
if i see a group of men laughing i just know its not funny
healing happens in circles, not lines. you will return to old places with new eyes.
The View down the Long Border early in the Morning - Francis Hamel
British , b. 1963 -
Oil on linen , 46 x 36 cm.
bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.