Friday, September 26, 2014
What I remember most about emotional abuse is that it’s like being put in a box. How you end up in there is the biggest trick – I never managed to work that one out. Maybe you think it’s a treasure box at first: you’re in there because you’re special. Soon the box starts to shrink. Every time you touch the edges there is an “argument”. So you try to make yourself fit. You curl up, become smaller, quieter, remove the excessive, offensive parts of your personality – you begin to notice lots of these. You eliminate people and interests, change your behaviour. But still the box gets smaller. You think it’s your fault. The terrible, unforgivable too-muchness of you is to blame. You don’t realise that the box is shrinking, or who is making it smaller. You don’t yet understand that you will never, ever be tiny enough to fit, or silent enough to avoid a row It’s time to make emotional abuse a crime - Lauren Laverne (via koyyuh)

Jack Samuel Linton

Sunday, July 20, 2014

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coltre:

Hearts are wild creatures.That’s why our ribs are cages.

coltre:

Hearts are wild creatures.
That’s why our ribs are cages.

mylittlespambox:

'A-pbbbbbth'

mylittlespambox:

'A-pbbbbbth'

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She scares the hell out of me and calms my soul at the same time. Maybe that’s what love is—a total contradiction that somehow balances out. Tammara Webber, Where You Are (via quotethat)
There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart. Unknown (via sexclution)

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skepticalporcupine:

shvnyyy-e:

zwamboobs:

blazepress:

Filming a rainbow when suddenly.

Sick

what the fuck

the gays are evolving

skepticalporcupine:

shvnyyy-e:

zwamboobs:

blazepress:

Filming a rainbow when suddenly.

Sick

what the fuck

the gays are evolving

prettyparamore:

Twenty One Pilots- Migrane

prettyparamore:

Twenty One Pilots- Migrane

just-stuck-in-my-computer:

aquarium headboard

clear bathtub

sleepover room

staircase

color pallet door

tree house kids bedroom

refrigerator 

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i have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. my attachments are always excessively strong. jane austen (via rainydaysandblankets)

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