i am so tired and so gay

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People can forgive toxic parents, but they should do it at the conclusion—not at the beginning—of their emotional housecleaning. People need to get angry about what happened to them. They need to grieve over the fact that they never had the parental love they yearned for. They need to stop diminishing or discounting the damage that was done to them. Too often, “forgive and forget” means “pretend it didn’t happen.”

I also believe that forgiveness is appropriate only when parents do something to earn it. Toxic parents, especially the more abusive ones, need to acknowledge what happened, take responsibility, and show a willingness to make amends. If you unilaterally absolve parents who continue to treat you badly, who deny much of your reality and feelings, and who continue to project blame onto you, you may seriously impede the emotional work you need to do. If one or both parents are dead, you can still heal the damage, by forgiving yourself and releasing much of the hold that they had over your emotional well-being.

At this point, you may be wondering, understandably, if you will remain bitter and angry for the rest of your life if you don’t forgive your parents. In fact, quite the opposite is true. What I have seen over the years is that emotional and mental peace comes as a result of releasing yourself from your toxic parents’ control, without necessarily having to forgive them. And that release can come only after you’ve worked through your intense feelings of outrage and grief and after you’ve put the responsibility on their shoulders, where it belongs.

Susan Forward, Toxic Parents, ch 9 (via fromonesurvivortoanother)

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The government is trying to privatise the NHS.

Should this go forward, it would be those most in need of NHS medical care who would be unable to access it. With respect to my American followers, the last thing any of us want is a system like the US, where it costs you many thousands just to get medical care.

Without the NHS I wouldn’t be able to afford the daily medication that allows me to funtion.

Please sign this.

Even non-british followers can support us in this.

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You have decided to live. This is your fifth
day living. Hard to sleep. Harder to eat,

the food thick on your tongue, as I watch you,
my own mouth moving.

Is this how they felt after the flood? The floor
a mess, the garden ruined,

the animals insufferable, cooped up so long?
So much work to be done.

The sodden dresses. Houses to be built.
Wood to be dried and driven and stacked. Nails!

The muddy roses. So much muck about. Hard walking.
And still a steady drizzle,

the sun like a morning moon, and all of them grumpy
and looking at each other in that new way.

We walk together, slowly, on this your fifth day
and you, occasionally, glimmer with a light

I’ve never seen before. It frightens me,
this new muscle in you, flexing.

I had the crutches ready. The soup simmering.
But now it is as we thought.

Can we endure it, the rain finally stopped?

Marie Howe, The Good Thief (via andromedalogic)

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 by The Mountain Goats from All Eternals Deck


Damn These Vampires // The Mountain Goats // All Eternals Deck

when the sun comes, try not to hate the light

someday we’ll try to walk upright

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There is no quota for having disabilities, mental illnesses, and/or chronic illnesses.

You can, in fact, have more than five concurrent issues going on, especially of varying severity.


I don’t understand abled people’s quota thing? Why is this a thing?

I wish it were a thing.

"Op, you’ve hit your limit! No more illnesses for you forever!"

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I know sometimes, that all it takes to be invincible, is to know you are such.

Anis Mojgani (via oldgodsnewjobs)

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What you tell yourself everyday will either lift you up or tear you down.


Always be kind to yourself.

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What state do you live in?

Asked by Anonymous


constant anxiety

And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is’.

Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (via observando)

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