Prior to my last relationship being, feeling…safe, wasn’t a priority to me. In truth I’d never thought about it when searching for love, but life tints different after an abusive partner. Having someone make me feel safe is now number one, there is no other way for it to be having PTSD (read My PTSD Diagnosis). My body carries that trauma, as does my brain. Getting my nails done, having someone float me around in a pool, getting a colonic, “You’re so tense, relax, relax,” they all say. That’s when I realize how rigid I am, because I live in fight or flight mode, everyday, subconsciously.
For anyone to think they can aid in hurting me and I’d be interested in anything with them is deluded, disgusting and equates to Chace Crawford, or Chris Evans. How fucking dare you? Sebastian Stan saved my life, you really think you could ever offer me more? He’s my twin flame and he acts like it. It’s funny, the whole time they thought he was making a fool of himself, confirming their toxic masculinity, racism, and how they believe women should be treated poorly. He’s crazy, but he’s no fool. They deserve everything that’s coming to them. You reap what you sow, so they earned it. White trash. Who makes you feel safe? Is that something you think about? Why or why not? Via: Dark Space Arts
Updated: 5/17/2024 12:10am