I’m damaged goods.

My family makes me feel like the world will never change.

(via frodos-bush)

(via frodos-bush)

yarr-metis:

“Our house was small, and when you grow up with domestic violence in a confined space you learn to gauge, very precisely, the temperature of situations. I knew exactly when the shouting was done and a hand was about to be raised – I also knew exactly when to insert a small body between the fist and her face, a skill no child should ever have to learn. Curiously, I never felt fear for myself and he never struck me, an odd moral imposition that would not allow him to strike a child. The situation was barely tolerable: I witnessed terrible things, which I knew were wrong, but there was nowhere to go for help. Worse, there were those who condoned the abuse. I heard police or ambulancemen, standing in our house, say, “She must have provoked him,” or, “Mrs Stewart, it takes two to make a fight.” They had no idea. The truth is my mother did nothing to deserve the violence she endured. She did not provoke my father, and even if she had, violence is an unacceptable way of dealing with conflict. Violence is a choice a man makes and he alone is responsible for it.”

Patrick Stewart: the legacy of domestic violence

(via brainy-is-the-new-sexy)

If he goes to Heaven, then I better be in Hell.

People say, “What doesn’t kill us just makes us stronger.” But what if this is the thing that does indeed kill us?

Dear Life,

WHAT THE FUCK.

You just made suicidal people everywhere feel selfish.