when you hug her from behind and wrap your arms around her waist… then you’re kissing her neck…. and fondling her tits… and before she knows it, you bent her over the nearest piece of furniture and you start railing her
May you find someone who is gentle to you. May you get a person who sees you and figures you out, only to be consistently kind and understanding to you. Someone who finds it easy not to prod you where it hurts, and to respect that some things are uniquely painful to you. Someone who has the patience for all of your triggers, without trying to fix them. Someone who lets you take all of the steps in your recovery on your own, but cheers you on, on every step of the way.
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stuck between “i want to push everyone away, i want to be left alone, i don’t want to talk to anyone, don’t look at me and don’t touch me” and “i just need to be held for a minute, i need someone who doesn’t look away, i need someone who will understand my silence”
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“Everything touches me—I see too much, I hear too much, everything demands too much of me.”— Clarice Lispector II Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector
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