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This is an old family picture.
My family does not support my being in the LGBTQIA community. They actually are opposed to it. They tell me every day that its disgusting and that it’s sinful and I’ll go to hell for liking women.
I moved out when I was seventeen, and in January I moved back in with them because I couldn’t handle everything that was going on. Every day one of my five siblings tells me to go back to Minnesota. My little brother Charlie (the black baby in the picture) is now 8 and he constantly physically attacks me and tells me that I’m not his sister and to leave. My other siblings make it very obvious and clear that they don’t want me here and my parents tell me constantly that they’re gonna kick me out soon.
I’ve been saving every penny for a bus ticket to Oregon to stay with my best friend and today I found this picture in my sisters’ room ON DISPLAY. Not hidden. On display. They cut my face out of the picture.And that… That was just the last straw.
I don’t care if anyone reblogs this or whatever, I don’t wanna get popular, I just want people to know that this is not what a family looks like. This is not something people should have to go through.This is no life.
(via letterstothecliche)
this breaks my fucking heart
“Why do you need feminism?”
Where the fuck do they get all this damn acid from
Acid is in most everyday household products. This is super sickening. Not the women but the stories.
omg, may allah bless your souls
This is so fucking heart breaking. God bless these women, and it’s amazing to see how brave they are for a picture.
May those men go straight to hell
Why do these things still happen in this day and age
"A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar."
(Source: larmoyante)
(via akseyla)
"I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought."
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"When she is happy, she can’t stop talking, when she is sad she doesn’t say a word."
(Source: the-healing-nest)
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"Sometimes I find myself sitting in one spot for hours, staring at nothing, thinking of nothing, feeling nothing, and, most disturbingly, caring about nothing."
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Renee Ackerman
From the To The Moon series
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