very chilling topic on twitter right now.
i have my own reasons for #WhyIStayed, and looking through this hashtag, i can see so many women and men who were lost, just as i was.
i stayed because it was the first time i felt important to anyone. he “loved” me. when he said he would die if i left him, i thought it passionate. when he started showing up unannounced at my house, because my friends told him my brother’s friends were over, i thought the jealousy was endearing.
then he tried to kill himself when i left town for two days. he was convinced that i would find someone else, in a town where i knew no one. i came back home, and promised i would never leave.
the manipulation and emotional abuse became physical—but only once. he slammed me against a wall after i made a joke about dumping him once i started college. i hid the bruises from my family, for weeks. that was the moment i decided to get out, no matter what happened. for some people, it only takes one time. others need more than one. and some people never make it out alive.
it is not always easy to “just leave.” it is a blessing if you are able to leave, with no consequences.
"Girls who say they like superheroes are lying so boys will-"
"Girls who wear superhero shirts are attention seeking they just want boys to like th-"
"Girls only want to go to Comic Con so they can dress slutty so boys will-"
"Girls who say they like anything are only trying to get boys to-"
i don’t know what im doing
Take your pick
My neck, my back, lick my pussy and my crack.
Do you know how much thinking and feeling I’ve done? It’s terrible. And nothing’s come of it.
Platonov, Andrei. Happy Moscow. (via versteur)