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iftadwascool · 3 months
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this is, honest to god, one of the funniest ads ive seen in a long time.
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salmon1012 · 2 months
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rainworld + tattletail?
Also happy Valentine’s Day! <3
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WTF
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misguided-ghostz · 1 year
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How do you not question the one person who was by themselves when an advantage has been taken????
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georgepeachthepoet · 2 years
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Marble Bodice Washed in Tears
This is written as a survivor's way to process trauma. Writing on this page is used to help the writer cope with the trauma they have been subjected to.
Tw: SA, religion
2 Corinthians 10:4-5
"The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds."
I will not write your name, so you can not own me
I believed in atheism when I rose out of the womb
A flower, a metaphor between my legs
He said he did not enjoy poetry
Yet he knew how to pose the words, position of attack.
I wonder if the people who say they are not sad have a different tolerance for sadness.
Beauty is pain, so my suffering must carve me gorgeous
Each time suffered, the Father has taken to carve my heart
A magnificent wood worker
Each divot and dent
No time to cry over unwashed feet
Jesus wash away my sins
There is no time, it’s over
For the past is the past
And after seven years, the pain won’t last
It takes seven years for a body to recycle cells
7 years till you will have never touched me
Michelangelo sculpted marble angels
I imagine the heavenly father’s hands have taken my suffering
Pressurized sand is pushed into diamonds
As amber is simply fossilized tree sap
The pressure and panic that have caressed my skin
As holy water assisting the hand of God
God has taken my tears, my sweat, my saliva
A body is 70 percent water
A women can bleed 3 to 9 tablespoons of blood each cycle
90% of blood is water
I bled for him
He liked the the bruising of my skin
Like purple watercolor iris, my body was his canvas, cursed
As I was baptized in holy water the association of artists
Were wiped clean.
Jesus saw the dirt and dust that he(you) called paint, pain
Past experience are the past
But they are tools that have tampered with my tired soul
A hammer, my misfortunes
A chisel, my grief
A paintbrush, my trauma
An alabaster knife, to cut into my arteries
The Father takes a hammer to my misfortunes
And mold me
You are stronger than your troubles
The Father takes a chisel to my grief
And mold me
Grieve, and then celebrate
The Father takes a paintbrush to my trauma
And mold me
He does not own you
The Father takes knife to my pain within my heart
And mold me
This pain is yours and yours alone, it doesn’t belong to anyone else, you have power over it
And to God,
My skin, in its early days, or after 7 years.
Or now my dirted skin as it has been sinned and been sinned against.
My eyes, impressionable eyes
Eyes that were fogged and dulled
Mud was washed within them and it hurt and I cried
Eyes often complemented and now are beautiful and can see
Thank you for the clarity
My hands, burnt by his fingertips and opinion
And as they remain healed and clean
Washed
My heart and the blood that it pumps
It’s easy to forget it’s blue inside
Take my blood not as I take yours
Take my brain and heart and muscles I borrow
How hard my heart pumps blood for life?
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littlearsonistidv · 2 years
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lil Arsonist:Hey Hey..!
I found this guy Hunter and he was being a big ol Meanie to my friends..! So I grabbed him and now he is in my Clutches..! He won’t be hurting any of my friends anymore..! I might hit him with more Pages since he won’t stop screaming.
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lightpost · 24 days
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13:13. 12-9-2012 You know what I was doing at 1pm on December 9th 2012 I was in operations one hour after my break I was doing another round in the locker rooms and picking up the towels from the bin not even knowing he would be happening in less than 8 hours I still had till 11pm on my shift that monday was my only day off after working two jobs for 4 weeks no time off. I was hired in operations at lifetime fitness on October 31st 2012 it was halloween I was in the pool being so happy I had a safe haven away from my abusive family and ex boyfriend who almost killed me he choked me so hard I was dying the only thing that stopped him was the light in the eyes fading he than kicked me out of the car and on the street he kicked me while I was down I blacked out and heard a voice say get up it's not your time, I ran a couple blocks to my car and locked myself in there I showed my dad the marks on my neck but he just shrugged his shoulder and walked away from me without a care in his soul that his daughter was hurt he should of called the cops and started taking pictures of my wounds but he failed as a parent he failed and stopped being my dad than he became just like my ex boyfriend and worse. But knowing on 12-9-2012 this voice of an angel would be my anchor in a time of great hell and war giving me hope and a reason to fight through being kidnapped and raped that feeling in his voice gave me a iron will to not kill myself through the storm when my mom poisoned my food and how she wants me dead I stayed strong because of him for him because of his voice that gave me an out of body experience he is my only reason why I am alive today. It's him and no one else not knowing at 1:30pm that in less than 8 hours he would come into my life and give me a feeling that would save my life. He saved my life and he has no idea how much that still means to me after all these years. He's the one and he is my peace no matter what or where I am. He's my anchor to heaven in all this hell on earth.
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lupus-sanguinem · 2 months
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It's 5 minutes after midnight.
It's my birthday.
25 years of living and breathing.
The world didn't end at 14, 17, 21.
I'm still here. 😊💕
I can't wait for more adventures.
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achicknamednicky · 4 months
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I hate holidays but this year especially. I almost died in July and not one person called me on Christmas or even showed me they were thankful I’m still alive.
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the-art-of-thumbnails · 5 months
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Rupert Boneham
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Click Read more to watch the video
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myidlemelody · 2 years
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What was the moment(s) that broke you? What made your heart stop yet beat so painfully hard? Is it etched into your soul like a photo frozen in time too? Are you okay?
Healing can mean revisiting what shattered your soul into millions of pieces in the first place. Sometimes it unbelievably unbearable, but I'm proud of you for trying. I'm proud of you for taking those steps. How can I say that to someone I might not even know? Because I've experienced similar pain, and know what it's like to do it alone; crawling out of the pain we so customarily sit in. You are so freaking strong. I'm so proud <3 I'm rooting for you!
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dskeck1 · 2 years
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https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/surviving-abuse-podcast/id1572182113
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salmon1012 · 14 days
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sillies
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Surivor 46
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parageist · 9 months
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made a shitty rain world meme
i haven’t finished the game so idk if the saint and gourmand one are accurate but they seem fitting lmao
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aaeeart · 11 months
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Shitposting before work - I really do want that Jedi and Rebels crossover
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