More people are concerned with why women stay in abusive relationships than why men are abusing women
[WINNIE THE POOH VOICE] there’s a reason that ‘pooh’ is ‘hoop’ backwards *turns around and slam dunks basketball straight through the hoop*
[PIGLET VOICE] d-d-d-d-damn my nigga
when the person u hate does something that makes everyone else hate them:
DO YOU WANNA BUILD A SNOWMAN?
I guess I thought a little too much about me tonight and you got kinda hurt. I just wasn’t in the mood.
But when you told me, I braced for impact. I thought you were going to get mean or angry or yell, and I thought you were so disappointed and unhappy with me. It’s all my fault, worst girlfriend award.
Instead, you held me while I cried and kissed me and reassured me that you weren’t upset.
I blame the tools of relationshits past. I blame the mean messages and condescending speeches and mind games and back and forth. I blame how nervous and worthless they’ve made me feel. I also blame dear old dad for drunken rampage after rampage and the eggshells we walk on to please you so you don’t get physical again.
Now I have someone who’s really good for me, and I’m nervous and worthless and walking on eggshells. I hope this is a healing process thing. I don’t want to be afraid of you hurting me, you’re wonderful.
Sorry again for crying on you.
sorta wanna die sorta wanna kiss you sorta wanna get my shit together sorta wanna lose twenty pounds in a month??
do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.
you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.
but you will never be
and have never been
… . I don’t usually find Tumblr poetry that describes me. But here it is.(via prismatic-bell)