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August 06 2017

latining:

facelessagain:

britttle:

stop telling people who have abusive parents to “just leave” after they turn 18!!!!!!! it’s not that fucking simple!!!!!!!!!

i’ve been an adult for two years now and i STILL live in this hell hole. you know why? CONTROL. you can’t just walk out of the house and never look back like they do on tv. it doesn’t work that way. you take documents with you (that, if your parents are anything like mine, are locked up tight in a safe), you have to have enough money and a stable job and a place to go (which most victims are unable to get jobs due to mental/physical health or parent control), you have to move all your things out of their name (phone, car, etc). the list goes on. don’t you dare tell an adult victim that they’re just “not helping themselves”. i’m tired of hearing it.

adult victims of abusive parents: your abuse is still valid and i promise you there are those of us who understand and care.

(and before you try and pull the “here’s some suggestions” shit, my doctor has already met with a social worker with me. i’m stuck here for the time being. thanks for your concern but fuck off.)

It’s almost like walking out at 18 is a privilege reserved for those with loving supportive parents that enable them to leave 

I moved out when I was 17.

Here’s what you do:
- line up friends, shelters etc who can host you and will cover for you. You can rely on the goodwill of friends for six months for free if you negotiate it and are up front about what you need. Look up roommate agreements and guides for being a good houseguest for specific details. THERE. SIX MONTHS RENT FREE.

- Your parents have stolen your identity. Before you move, you are going to get it back. Memorise your SSN/SIN/local ID number so no one can take it away from you. That and your address can get you copies of most things.
- - “But what if I’m running errands for you and I get hit by a drunk driver and then I’m dying in a ditch and no one knows who I am or how to contact you?!” is how I got my parents to hand over my ID.

- Look if you’re never going to see them again, stealing enough money for a bus ticket out of there is perfectly legit. But understand that this choice means NEVER seeing them again and probably filing a protection order with the police once you get to your new place.

- Pack everything you can’t bear to lose into a bag you can carry without looking suspicious.

- HAVE A SPECIFIC PLAN WITH SOMEONE WILLING TO PICK YOU UP. Do not just leave on a whim and expect your friends to cover for you.
- - Don’t get salty at your friends if they can’t get you out right away. They’re doing you a favour by putting you up rent free, appreciate it even if it’s not on the timeline you want.

- Selling books, toys, and video games can get you enough money for a plane ticket or even rent in a housemate situation. Parents will often praise you for getting rid of hobbies they never approved of in the first place. It can relieve some of the tension as they think you’re complying.

- You get one week to sleep and recover, then you start looking for jobs/applying for university/scholarships/working on your patreon

Just because moving out is really, really hard doesn’t mean you can’t do it. If you’ve survived to the age of adulthood in that environment, you have all the cunning and resilience required to escape. Everything you lose to get there will be worth what you gain when you’re done. I promise.

I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this holding. I need someone to understand how I feel at a time like now. And the understanding must be part of the holding.
Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
(via wordsnquotes)
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August 05 2017

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Raise your daughters to shout, to scream, to hold their heads up high for being themselves before society tries to teach them how to silence themselves, how to wear shame like it is a second skin. Let them taste rebellion from the moment they are born and watch them become flames to start a revolution.
— Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
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resolutewoman:

– Glacier.

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waitingtoseethelight:

benjaminbadpennywho:

thestirge:

So I heard this story second-hand, many years ago, but the gist was that a friend of a friend lived in what was generally considered a bad neighborhood, because he was a super poor college student and it was what he could afford. He didn’t have any furniture, he just slept on a blanket on the floor and had a milk crate for a chair and like an old wire spool as a table. No TV, nothing in the fridge, no microwave, basically just bare walls and a roof to keep the weather off. So one day he comes home, and there’s a man in his apartment, just standing there, with this look of utter amazement and horror on his face, and he turns to the guy who’s just entered and says, “This your place? ‘cause I broke in to rob you, but shit, man, you ain’t got nothin’. Wait here, I’m’a be right back.” And the burglar left, leaving a puzzled college student alone in his empty apartment. But sure enough, the burglar came back a while later, and brought some friends, and they delivered a table, a couple of chairs, and a small TV. “I think I got you a bed, too, but that might take a couple days.”

So, the poor college student made some friends. And he didn’t ask where they got the stuff.

Broglar.

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paris2london:

michelleweinhofen:

Be in awe of your body and breath

Goals

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kindly-karlirose:

He’s the God who always knows just what to do.

He’s never at a loss for what comes next.

birdonahotdog:

contrary to social media developers’ beliefs i have literally never once wanted to see posts in anything other than chronological order

hipindie:

Be with someone who will take care of you. Not materialistically, but takes care of ur soul, ur well being, ur heart & everything that’s you

smarandatanov:

person: so what did you eat today?

me: coffee

person: ???

me: what

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dennybitte:

in your sparkle

by Denny Bitte

I never really understood what it meant to be better or stronger with another person than the two of you are apart but… I get it now

Trust in the LORD with all your heart,
and do not lean on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge him,
and he will make your path straight.
Be not wise in your own eyes;
fear the LORD, and turn away from evil.
It will be healing in your flesh,
and refreshment in your bones.
— Proverbs 3:5-8 (via both-seeker-and-sought)

rubyvroom:

watching all of trump’s cronies turning on each other would be hilarious if they weren’t supposed to be running the country right now. It’s kind of like overhearing a ridiculous slap fight in the cockpit of the airplane you’re in mid-flight

He is infinite—and that answers our longing for completeness. He is eternal—and that answers our longing for permanence. He is unchangeable—and that answers our longing for stability and security. There is none like God. Nothing can compare with him. Wealth, sex, power, popularity, conquest, productivity, great achievement—nothing can compare with God.
— John Piper (via be-thou-my-delight)
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