One Line Wonder

slapping:

do you ever just want to sit outside with someone and talk all night because i do


p-otter-m-alfoy:

at least i know nobody’s using me for my looks

(Source: potterm-alfoy)

My poor mother
begged for a sheep
but raised a wolf.
Michelle K., Four Rhythms. (via supersaskia)
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 ninja-suffragette)

holy fucking shit this exactly what happened to me

(via mstrhvntr)

I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week.Sylvia PlathThe Bell Jar (via feellng)

croutoncat:

people who randomly decide to compliment you are so important