I have gigantic fucking problem with anyone trying to tell me what to do or who i am and who I’m not. It actually triggers a viciousness in me. My identity is defined only by me and the choices that i make, nothing and no one else.
no one tells you this but heartbreaks cap at 48 hours when you have a job you’re excited go to and a beautiful clean apartment and a lot of gorgeous friends and financial stability and creativity and ambition and a heart of gold
men who really really really got it like that loveeeee wild girls. they love girls full of life. they love sensual beauty. don’t let creeps shame you out of your power
We had a really mean python at work and I gave him back to his owner and was like “he was trying to kill me” and his owner said “well, he only has so many ways to interact with the world. All he has is a face” and it Moved Me
my approach to dating these days: I may like or love you, but I cannot love you like my life depends on it, or like my world will fall apart if you leave. I acknowledge that your leaving will hurt, take time and resources to recover from; that’s a cost I seldom have to bear.
Misery loves company. Some people want you to go through things you never deserved simply because they’re used to living in hell. Don’t let somebody else’s suffering become your address.
The cowards who wont sit in their own filth spend their entire lives being puppeteered by it, every single one. the ones who descend into their own squalor and rummage through it with bare hands, those are the only ones who ever come back holding something that actually lights up. thats it, thats the whole secret every self help book dances around for three hundred pages
This is why I revoke access to folks who mishandle my kindness. Kindness is the bare minimum. You are a very sick & twisted person if you assume kindness means you’ve conquered someone or established some type of power play — ironically, this is how you announce your inferiority.
A crazy part of Complex PTSD is the realization certain events in your life were really traumatic, but you didn’t even consider them as such because they weren’t as bad as everything else you’ve had to survive.