Married to the Sea
What I remember most about emotional abuse is that it’s like being put in a box. How you end up in there is the biggest trick – I never managed to work that one out. Maybe you think it’s a treasure box at first: you’re in there because you’re special. Soon the box starts to shrink. Every time you touch the edges there is an “argument”. So you try to make yourself fit. You curl up, become smaller, quieter, remove the excessive, offensive parts of your personality – you begin to notice lots of these. You eliminate people and interests, change your behaviour. But still the box gets smaller. You think it’s your fault. The terrible, unforgivable too-muchness of you is to blame. You don’t realise that the box is shrinking, or who is making it smaller. You don’t yet understand that you will never, ever be tiny enough to fit, or silent enough to avoid a row
It’s time to make emotional abuse a crime - Lauren Laverne (via koyyuh)
clair-voyant:

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skymanslaughter:

What: MOTHERFUCKING STREET PARTY When: A LONG-ASS TIME AGO Dress Code: NAKED. NO EXCEPTIONS.  Please Bring: HUMAN BONES, WEIRD-ASS INSTRUMENTS, MAYBE A NOOSE IF YOU’D LIKE RSVP: THE FUCKING GOAT PEOPLE ON 7TH AND BROADWAY

skymanslaughter:

What: MOTHERFUCKING STREET PARTY
When: A LONG-ASS TIME AGO
Dress Code: NAKED. NO EXCEPTIONS.
Please Bring: HUMAN BONES, WEIRD-ASS INSTRUMENTS, MAYBE A NOOSE IF YOU’D LIKE
RSVP: THE FUCKING GOAT PEOPLE ON 7TH AND BROADWAY

gnagster:

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