It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do."
- One in three women report being a victim of domestic violence (30%).
- One in five women report being a victim of sexual assault (20%).
- 60% of Americans, 15 years or older, know a victim of domestic violence or sexual assault.
- Among the 70% of women who have experienced domestic violence and told somebody about it, more than half (58%) said that nobody helped them.
No more bystanding. No more ignorance. No more excuses.
This is really interesting. I’ve never known if it was my place to ask if someone wanted help or support and was worried I’d come across as an interfering busybody? I’ve never experienced domestic violence (and even if I had, I guess all cases are different?) so I just don’t know. Is it okay? Or have I completely missed the point and this only refers to when people come to you for help?
hmm I wouldn’t know either. I guess you could just at least offer to support them, be there or just listen. If they aren’t interested at least you tried and they know you’re receptive?
This seems to be the silver colour Shunya always talks about. I’m going to post it and then save it onto my phone later so he can take it to the salon ^^
If this is true, it’s crazy~~ I really need to go to the actual gym more. Mind you lately I’ve been running around doing errands or sight seeing which keeps me on my feet for hours~~ So I’m not completely sedentary like I have been this winter >.<
not interested in seeing it either
"If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already."
my fear is my right
my fear is my survival
and if u get offended by my fear of u then that just proves that i am 100% correct in fearing u
I like these stones with kind of metal around the edge~ simple but very pretty^^
❤️💚💜💙💛how I am feeling towards Shunya these dayssss💛💙💜💚❤️
Why is it getting more mushy? I thought this would wear off eventually.