February 2011
I can't write. I feel like I'm going to explode.
Anonymous asked: You'd be surprised how many people would react the way your friend did. I've had three instances of sexual abuse/rape when I was in elementary school, high school, and even in college. I managed to obtain a restraining order for the douchebag in high school, but the only one I ever brought up relatively publicly was the one in college, and I lost more than half my friends because of it....
Day 1: Write About Someone Who Betrayed Your Trust
VIVIAN. Vivian betrayed my trust. She told my closest friends that I was sexually abused, and then complained I took it too seriously.
Really? Really? Because I didn’t realize sexual abuse wasn’t serious. All because he didn’t rape me didn’t me it didn’t fucking scar me. It went on for years, and he was so close to me. All because your daddy was raped as a boyscout...
“The pleasures of this world would be the torments of Hell, seen backwards in a...”
– Jorge Luis Borges, The Mirrors of Enigma (via handjobs-for-the-holidays)
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“You know what music is? God’s little reminder that there’s something else...”
– August Rush
January 2011
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She’s an immature bitch. She should fucking burn. Wipe that god damn smile off her face. She is molasses. I love her. I loved her. It is opaque. She is a clown. She laughs maniacally. I stab her again and again and again. She bleeds. Fucking blood. She bleeds. I want to rip her apart.
I don’t know. Him. Him. Him. He’s gone because I told him to leave because he already left. I...
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“I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.”
– Charles Baudelaire (via ancora-imparo)
“always remember, i will say this a lot but this is like what i live by: VANITY...”
– Will
My blood whispers to me. I cannot really make out what he says, but I can hear him. I think it is because my skin muffles the sound. It is calming. Sometimes, though, he screams. It pierces my ears. The pain is incredible. I fall to the ground, and his screaming becomes my own. I rip out my hair, I throw myself against walls, I claw at my body. And then it stops. I do not know why my blood...
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