He was the guy that you could talk for hours without even thinking he doesn’t care or he doesn’t want to hear. When you were with him you felt safe and that everything is going to be okay.
On a scale of 1 to listening to Nice Shot by Filter how depressed are you?
as some people may know there is a woman named sophie miriam herold who is collecting personal information on lgbtq members. as an lgbtq member i no longer feel safe and will temporarily stop posting text posts.
i need as much personal information as i can to myself. i know i haven’t been posting much, but this may be my last post.
things are getting really scary and i don’t need someone posting all my personal information for people to use to find me.
i’m really sorry, but i need to do this to keep myself safe from her. if by chance she comes upon this post, i will be prepared.
i hope you all have a good day.
I match you with
- You’re almost a full foot shorter than him so you can guarantee you’ll be in his arms at least 50% of the time
- He can and will beat the shit out of anyone that makes you cry
- He also loves cute romantic stuff and animals! Just not reptiles though
- He’s pretty extroverted as well and loves to make you laugh
- He loves late night laughs as much as you do! He’ll laugh at literally anything he’s though so all you have to do is whisper ‘butt’ in his ear and he’s laughing hysterically
Pete Mayfield is the biggest softie in ‘Safe’
I hadn’t had a panic attack in such a long time until today. But I felt my breath catch as I read that text. I wasn’t taking in oxygen any longer. The walls were closing in. I could hear my sister yelling at me. She kept telling me I was okay. I didn’t feel okay.
I exhaled loudly and frantically dialed the number of my therapist’s office only to realize it was a holiday. People have panic attacks on holidays too!
My sister took the phone. I heard the ringing on speaker phone. My best friend’s voice filled the line. She kept telling me to breathe. Inhale and exhale. Those are your only worries.
She didn’t know. That text. That was a big worry.
My brain was trapped in a panic response. I don’t remember when I finally came out of it fully, but I was finally able to explain what happened. My best friend talked me down. She is good at that. Six years is a long time of talking someone down.
She told me, “You’re safe.” We don’t say you’re okay because that’s a lie. Safe is real. Safe is true.
So let me pass it along to you: you’re safe.
This is the stupidest family, I swear.
Honestly, when you find a dead body in the garden why is your first thought is to hide the body?