Call me Violet. I am 19 as of June 30 and I have autoimmune arthritis, ehlers-danlos syndrome (hyper mobility type), fibromyalgia, anxiety and depression. I am training a GSD Psych/Mobility Service dog. His name is Tecumseh. I am a recovering cutter and every day is a new challenge. Spare me the hate mail, because no one hates me as much as I do. Stay strong my lovelies - Fuck the Bucket . Clean For: JavaScript CountUp Timer - Praveen Lobo
Let Me Think About This...

The worst thing about abuse is they make you think it is a form of love.

They make you think you deserve it.
They make you think they so it because they love you.
They make you think you are worth nothing else.

They scar you until you can’t see past the scars and imperfections.
They scar you until every hit, slap, insult and every violation of your body is imprinted into your mind.
They scar you until you see them in your bed every night.

They screw up all of your future relationships.
They screw up any shred of dignity you ever had.
They screw up your ability to look in the mirror and see something worth being.

The worst thing about abusers is that long after the cuts, bruises and miscarriages heal is that they still live in your brain. They see your most intimate thoughts and twist them into something you could have never believed before.

I am scared you will never leave my mind.

I am scared you will never leave my bed at night.

I am scared that I will always be afraid the boy doesn’t love me because he would never lay a finger on me.

I am scared that I will always equate love with abuse.

I don’t want to have sex with you.

I want to seduce you.
I want to have all of the foreplay.
I want you to make me beg.
I want to paint your face with kisses and love.
I want to inhale your breath and gasp for fresh air.
I want to feel your heart race.
I want to see you sweat.
I want to shower you in love.
I want to tell you the thousand and one things I love about you.
I want to curl up against your chest and listen to your heart calm down.
I want to feel you pulse against me.
I want to doze off for a bit without noticing.
I want to sleepily stumble towards the shower.
I want to cuddle you and make you feel loved.
I want to fix you dinner.
I want to go to walmart at two am for ice cream
I want to make your bed.
I want to have breakfast with you.
I want to see the rays of sunlight refracting on your eyelashes from the sun rise.
I want to do it all over again.
I want it to be the way it was.

Reblogged from lunaplath  1,247 notes

The problem with metaphors like “I was blind and now I see” is they overwhelmingly position the disability as the negative. When you’re “blind to the consequences”, when your voice “falls on deaf ears”, when you need to “stand up for yourself”, those are all negative situations that should be rectified. In contrast, having your “eyes opened”, being “all ears” and “standing your ground” are situations that are generally applauded. Sadly, I never hear anybody being told to “sit their ground”. Disability is synonymous with lack of insight, inability to communicate and not having the power or the intelligence to have agency over your own life. Sound familiar? Those are all stereotypes that are associated with all kinds of disability. By “The Trouble with Ableist Metaphors" @ That Crazy Crippled Chick (via lumpenspaceproletariat)

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emeranova:

As we all know this is Scrump, she only has a few more days to live due to the bug that laided eggs in her head, but for every like and reblog this picture gets we will donate a dollar towards getting Scrump the much needed surgery she needs to remove the bug eggs from her head.


25,000 likes and reblogs will be enough to save this cute little doll, have a heart and like or reblog :)