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  • dratandbotherbotheranddrat
    05.05.2021 - 16 minutes ago

    This close to snapping I swear to fucking god

    One of my music teachers called me ma'am today and just- what? I changed my name for a fucking reason. My Spanish teacher called me a she last week. Threw me off for the rest of the lesson and ended up having an anxiety attack. My Drama teacher, Technology/Food Technology teacher, Textiles teacher and some other teachers REPEATEDLY say "boys and girls" "guys and gals" "ladies and gentleman" and honestly I'm this close to just getting up and leaving the classroom whenever they say it. They know im Non-binary. Why can't they just say "folks" or literally any other gender neutral term to address the class?

    I told my school counsellor that I had been abused and she did NOTHING. Told me that "i shouldn't defend myself because I should know better." I was physically and psychologically abused by BOTH my siblings and then both physically and psychologically abused by my "friends" for multiple of years. I didnt tell anyone about this because I didnt know it was abuse. I was always shouted at for defending myself when my siblings would be bullying me. I didnt know the friendships were abusive because of what was happening at home. I didnt tell anyone about any of it because I knew that people would say stuff like what the counsellor said. I was scared that no one would believe me. I was treat like shit both at home and school and no one did ANYTHING ABOUT IT. NOT ONE GOD DAMN THING WAS DONE. I DIDNT EVEN NEED TO TELL PEOPLE ABOUT IT, MULTIPLE TEACHERS SAW ME BEING REPEATEDLY HIT AND JUST HARMED I MANY WAYS BUT DIDNT BOTHER TO DO ANYTHING.

    Oh and dont get me fucking started on Dorothy. Shes a transphobic homophobic racist abelist piece of shit and I hate her with a burning passion. I'm not even going to go into the shit shes said.

    Im just tired. I'm scared. I dont want to lose more people. Everyone seems to leave when im at my worst. I just don't know what to do anymore. Everything fucking hurts. So much is going on and its overwhelming. I'm trying. I really am. But Its hard. I want to keep going but i feel like I cant. I'm not good enough, I was never good enough and I never will be good enough. I hear the shit people say about me and its starting to get to me. Even some of my friends are doing it. I try to be kind and friendly to everyone but all im getting in return is pain and hate. Nothing is getting better.

    #tw abuse#tw toxicity#vent post#tw vent#swearing tw#tw assualt #sorry about this #i just feel shitty #oh lord i have problems
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  • aquilacalvitium
    05.05.2021 - 21 minutes ago

    So, we all know that Perry the Platypus is basically just a therapist for Doofenshmirtz, right? So that made me wonder why he foils such trivial plans as "kick sand in my bully's face" and "finally be good at a Doofenshmirtz family sport."

    Then I realised it's probably because Perry the Platypus is trying to teach Doofenshmirtz that 1) revenge is wrong even if warranted and 2) you don't need the approval of your awful, shitty, emotionally abusive family.

    Because when Doofenshmirtz tries to overcome his fear of diving and to win at the family sport (I'm tired and have forgotten the sport) it's all out of a desire to make his parents proud of him. The same parents that forced him to put up with bullies by dressing him in pink skirts and dresses. The same parents that dressed him up as a gnome and forbade him from moving, heck even waving to a friend across the road, while wearing it. The same parents that practically ignored him in favour of his brother whom they spoiled, praised and showered with affection at any given opportunity.

    Doofenshmirtz is desperate to please the same family that couldn't give a darn about whether or not he existed. And Perry the Platypus is emotionally supporting him through all of this and trying to teach him that he doesn't need his parent's approval to be worth something.

    We all know Perry the Platypus is very smart and sneaky, so how does he constantly get caught in trap after trap after trap? Traps he could easily see and avoid. It's to give Doofenshmirtz a sense of worth. The sense that he is capable of doing things without the input or approval of his abusive parents.

    #doofenshmirtz #perry the platypus #phineas and ferb #tw abuse#aquila thinks
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  • i-am-rosebud
    05.05.2021 - 22 minutes ago
    #my fanfiction#my writing #tw: mention of abuse #tw: mention of rape/non-con #tw: mention of human trafficking #i hope you like this #Sister Chronicles#The Runner#Elly Price #the tenth doctor #doctor who #tenth doctor/rose tyler #tenrose#timepetals#tw: angst
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  • mayybeee
    05.05.2021 - 25 minutes ago


    #wilbur soot#dream smp#dreamwastaken#tw caps #tw murder mention #tw abuse mention
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  • apollos-boyfriend
    05.05.2021 - 25 minutes ago

    [c!wilbur voice] no yeah tommy i’m glad i wasn’t able to kill your abuser lol

    #icarus speaks#icarus liveblogs#abuse tw#abuse mention #c!wilbur critical #/neg #i was all for him until he said he’s glad he couldn’t #sir excuse me???? #not maintagging for obv reasons
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  • sadistgalore
    05.05.2021 - 37 minutes ago

    Bad Things Happen Bingo: Devil's Playground

    Alright, it's BTHB time baby. I've always wanted to do this so please please please please PLEASE send me asks! It really helps me write and it makes me happy that people like to read my work and suggest things!

    I'm willing to write my OCs (Harper, Dark, Beth, and Nic) and Whumper/Whumpee prompts (or Hero/Villain). I am planning to introduce my new characters Harry and Neil soon, but if you want to see small prompts of them feel free to ask! (tbh it's going to be a lot of child abuse; Dark's an asshole as we know)

    Don't be afraid to send a request anonymously or on your account, I can 99% guarantee you I will write it. Also, let me know if you would like to get tagged in any of my work. Also also, don't be shy to send me asks on any of my OCs or myself!

    #whump#Devil's Playground#Harper#Dark#BTHB #bad things bingo #bthb#bth bingo#original work#my writing #please send asks #please #i am literally begging you #child abuse tw #asks
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  • dani5lle-the5issilent
    05.05.2021 - 40 minutes ago
    #I haven’t left my house since I moved back fro school. they won’t even let me go grocery shopping and I’m only allowed to eat food I pay #for myself like shit be wack dude #just in case here are some trigger warnings #tw child abuse #tw childabuse #tw abusive parents #forced isolation
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  • lonelier-version-of-you
    05.05.2021 - 42 minutes ago
    #asks#anons #tw;sexual abuse mention #tw;csa mention #henrik csa storyline
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  • badger-stream
    05.05.2021 - 45 minutes ago

    A Ticci Toby Headcannon about his gash because i can ~~and i' m obsessed with the abusive Slenderman headcannon~~!

    So, Tw for an abusive, toxic, violent Slenderman.

    Slenderman made the gash on Toby's cheek. Almost 5 months passed after him joined to the Creepypastas and he was pretty new to these killing and kidnapping stuff. With Ben and Eyeless Jack, he send to kill a family. And they did killed that family! But they were unlucky at that night. Toby was tired and left behind pretty quickly. Two random police saw Toby with hatches and blood, and start to chase him. He ran to the forest, towards their mansion. Well, he always watches. Just when Toby felt that his legs about to give up on running, Slenderman teleported behind of the two police and killed them with his sharp-tipped tentacles, front of Toby. With the fresh blood on his tentacles, he called all the mansion members to the front yard and front of everyone; he blamed Toby harshly for bringing police and exposing everyone to the danger - which was a mental torture for him. With the help of his one tentacle, Slenderman teared his cheek deeply and warned him that he' ll get an harsher wound. And everybody ᕼᗩᗪ to stand there and watch that silently, without interrupting Slenderman. Toby punished with being locked to his room for one day and night without food and water. Laughing Jack gave him that muzzle after his punishment done, so he can cover his mouth up. Yeah, sorry to the people who is crying for Toby. /g You may ask "Wtf why this headcannon exist, Badger? This is fucked up!" Well, because I don' t see a caring mother/father figure when I look at Slenderman, I see a creepy, stalker man - monster thing when I look at him. And i' m sure he is using manipulation and violence on Creepypastas to keep them under his control, and keep scaring them to not run away from him. Like "Nobody in the city will want you if you turn back there. I'm the only person that allows you to life in a house freely, be grateful Jeff." "Shut the fuck up if you don't want me to create a hole in your stomach, Jack." "They are seeing you as a freak, but i' m seeing potential in you, Toby. You can't and won't turn back to the city, stay here." "I can rip your arm off of you, ' Sully'. I can add an another stitch on to the weak chest, or bad mouth of yours. Don' t talk if you want to keep your body safe." "Well, I wouldn't have to make your arm bleed, if you could able to do your job properly, Jack." "You WILL obey me, Ben! Because nobody wants a virus in their computer, i' m the only one who accepting you for who you are! Feel happy for that." ect......

    In my eyes, he is anything but a caring dad/mom to the Creepypastas. Only thing he does is keeping them safe from the police and going to the jail, and giving them two places to live. But he is still a monster that deserves the fear and respect of this fandom. I'm not saying the fandom is not respecting him, but i've seen so many "happy caring daddy Spendy"s at any place CP fandom reached, and i' m sick of that!!!

    𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗵, 𝗶' 𝗺 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱. 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶' 𝗺 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿.

    𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝘾𝙋 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠.

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  • duggarwonderland
    05.05.2021 - 45 minutes ago

    It's going to be real hard to prove that some problem employee accessed this shit.

    #duggar family#josh #josh goes to jail #tw josh #tw child abuse
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  • dr3amofagame
    05.05.2021 - 53 minutes ago

    DAY 50 LET’S GO !!

    It’s been 50 days since Quackity’s first Lore Stream, and I thought I’d write a little something for the occasion. Our buddy c!dream is not doing well in the prison rn lmao

    tw: torture, abuse, injuries, blood, broken bones, manipulation, gaslighting, mental deterioration, trauma, dark content, pandora’s vault/prison arc, c!quackity critical (again, not really, but a Very Dark portrayal of him) 

    Quackity’s in the middle of packing up his supplies for the day when he turns over; Dream flinches, automatic, but the winged man doesn’t come closer, hands still busied with rubbing off the blood on Warden’s Will. His good eye narrows, and Dream watches, half-lucid where he’s sprawled out over the obsidian in a puddle of his own blood, breath rattling in his chest and filling the silence with shuddering wheezes.

    “It’s day fifty, you know,” he says, turning back towards his sword. Dream mulls the words over as his vision blurs, refocuses, letting them settle as his too-slow head catches up with the meaning. “Of my visits.”

    He tries to respond, knows better than to ignore Quackity when he’s speaking, but the words escape his head halfway up his throat and the whole thing comes out as a garbled hum through his lips. Quackity hardly spares him a second glance, sheathing the sword and moving his hand to the axe, pulling it up from the floor and watching as blood drips down the blade onto the handle.

    “You know, I said I would come for as long as I fuckin’ needed, and I don’t exactly plan on making myself a liar any time soon,” Quackity’s eye slants towards him, lips pressed together in an irritated frown that Dream recognizes as the one he wears when he’s more bothered than he lets on, “So you gonna talk? Or are we gonna have to go through another fifty?”

    Dream keeps his eyes on the other stubbornly, refusing to look away even with the full force of Quackity’s glare directed at him. Hey- what can he say, it’s the end of the day and he’s more than a little delirious from the pain and adrenaline. He’s sure that he’ll regret it come tomorrow, but that’s a problem for future-Dream, not now-Dream. Now-Dream has enough to worry about with trying to stay conscious as it is.

    Surprisingly enough, or maybe not surprisingly at all (say what you will about the daily visits and the torture and pain they’ve brought him, but seeing the same person for hours a day every single day does mean that you end up knowing them better than most. he can say a lot about Quackity, most of which involving bloodstained fantasies of revenge and memories of agony and every excruciating moment in between, but in the end he also knows the other man, for better or for worse), Quackity shakes his head, turning back to his work, and laughs. It’s a dry, bitter thing, whatever amusement left within having long cooled and sharpened into something viscous and wanting, but it’s still laughter, the sound so unfamiliar that it makes him physically recoil for a moment before his head catches up.

    “You really are a stubborn bastard, aren’t you?” Quackity’s voice dips low in wry humor even as he looks away again, and Dream closes his eyes, lets the world go dark for a blissful second. “Fifty days- I have to say. I’m impressed! It’s really…quite impressive.”

    Fifty days- Dream looks up again, head lolling over limply as he tries to look closer. Quackity never brought up the time before, had enjoyed in the psychological side of making him guess how long it’d been, in giving fake times and messing with his head without a clock to keep his head straight. In all honesty, there’s a side of him that’s convinced that he’s lying, but - well - it’s not like it matters, how long it’s been. It’s hardly like there’s a time limit or anything.

    “Anyway,” he stands up suddenly, reaching up to stretch his arms, wings spreading to his sides, catching the light of the lava, seeping through the feathers, “We’ll have to cut today short, alright Dream? I have, well you know, arrangements. We’re celebrating.”

    “Yeah?” Dream rolls his eyes, words thick in his mouth, and he spits out a mess of blood and other gunk onto the floor beside him, recoiling at the feeling. “Celebrating what?”

    “Well, it’s been fifty days, hasn’t it?”

    Quackity’s voice has shifted to a slight drawl, almost fond save for the edges, sharpened to a razor point and ready to cut through skin, muscle, bone. It’s a tone that Dream’s become all-too-familiar with, the sort of way Quackity speaks when he’s about to say something that he thinks will make him hurt, when he feels like using his words alone to drive a knife between his ribs and then twist the handle. It’s unassuming, slow, and cruel in every sense of the word, and Dream blinks slowly as he waits for the meaning to register in his pain-addled mind.

    Quackity must take his silence for something else, because he laughs again - this one is one that Dream’s familiar with, a hissing, mocking thing that curdles the very air. “Oh- you didn’t think they didn’t know, did you? He turns back towards Dream, moves closer, hair having fallen over his scar and lips twisted in a smile that shows off his glinting golden tooth, “You really- you really fuckin’ thought they didn’t know, prime, this is pathetic Dream, this is a new low even for you.”

    Know what- oh.

    “Of course they know, Dream,” Quackity kneels in front of him, hand reaching forward to grab him by the jaw, running his thumb back and forth over a fresh cut slashed over his cheekbone and putting enough pressure on it to make it sting, “I told them ages ago - I told you, too, did you seriously fuckin’ forget? Prime- the whole point of you being in this shithole is for the revive book. Once I get it we can finally just kill you and be done with it - of course they know, man! They’re fuckin’ cheering me on.”

    Dream watches, waits for the betrayal to come, hot and fast as it always has before. Waits for the rage to come bubbling up, dark and angry, waits for his hands to shake feebly with desperate fantasies of revenge that will probably never make it out of the walls of this obsidian hell. He waits, and waits, and waits, even as Quackity grins and walks to the back of the cell, a triumphant spring to his steps, and disappears in a shattered potion of harming that sends another wave of agony through his broken body.

    Nothing comes.

    And- it’s almost funny, nearly has him laughing hysterically in the middle of his cell, still spread in a mangled pile of broken bones and limbs twisted unnaturally, drenched in sweat and blood, because - of course, of course now he finally manages to do what he’s been trying for all along, of course now his traitorous, bleeding heart that never failed to bruise and fracture no matter how any layers of netherite he wrapped around himself finally, finally hardens, of course now after fifty fucking days of torture does he finally learn the lessons that he’s been trying to teach all along.

    Lesson 27, he remembers himself saying, hands clasped around each other as he paced back and forth on a mountain’s peak, grass crumbling beneath his boots, do not reminisce on what you have lost for it will weigh you down.

    It’s been fifty days, and Dream laughs, because after so, so long, he finally has no attachments - and it’s the best feeling in the world.

    #tw torture#tw abuse#tw injuries#tw blood #tw broken bones #tw manipulation#tw gaslighting #tw mental deterioration #tw dark content #pandora's vault#prison arc #c!quackity critical #-> my writing #hehe #give it up for day 50 everyone
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  • 5-red-pandas-in-a-trenchcoat
    05.05.2021 - 1 hour ago

    peta what the fuck why you piece of shit organization 

    why the fuck would you run an ad that opens with screaming owls what the actual fuck jesus chirst

    #animal abuse tw #this is some fucked up shit #like thanks peta for scaring the fuck out of me #now i'm not gonna do what you want me to you ass #people get triggered by screams fuckos
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  • ziggystarstop
    05.05.2021 - 1 hour ago

    I hate it when people ask me if I’m going to drink. Alcoholism runs in my family and certain memories of my dad are enough to make me stay away. Even if I didn’t have a reason to not want to it’s still my choice.

    #plus im indigenous and have addictive tendencies so that also wouldnt work out #vent#tw alcoholism#tw addiction#tw alcohol#tw abuse
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  • envioussin
    05.05.2021 - 1 hour ago

    going off what others are doing, below the cut are the disorders / mental illnesses i have, and that i am sorry if i ever make things more complicated because of them. none of these excuse any of my actions, nor am i defending anything wrong i have done.

    wassup y’all, okay....some of these are not OFFICIALLY diagnosed, but everything is based off what my psychiatrist of almost 10 years has said about me. i have:

    - a depression disorder

    - an anxiety disorder

    - possible ptsd due to emotional / mental abuse

    - autism

    - trichotillomania

    - a family history of substance abuse

    - several suicide attempts (most recent three weeks ago, but done in a way i knew i would survive, if that makes sense)

    there’s probably more that i’m missing, but those are the basics. i’m a notorious people pleaser, and break down if i think someone is mad / upset with me. i also tend to have very high flaring emotional highs and lows, which i think i have under control for the most part, but sometimes things get really bad, as things tend to do.

    i’m always open to talk more about my issues, or to be an ear to listen about someone else’s. but anyways, i’m probably rambling because i’m still very out of things (i got my second vaccine shot yesterday and it’s kicking my butt). 

    y’all are wonderful, and i’m so glad to have every single one of you in my life. do whatever you need to feel better, and if you’re struggling to feel better, that’s okay. rp has always been a way for me to escape my own feelings, but also understand them better. so, thank you for being here.

    yeah, i can’t think coherently rn. also, it feels nice knowing i’m not the only one out there who has trich...it came back a few weeks ago and was bothering me. but i feel better knowing i’m not alone, you know?

    #[ i too am just a worm ] -- (out of character) #[ worthless trash ] -- (tbd) #mental illness tw // #depression tw // #anxiety tw // #abuse tw // #suicide tw // #ask to be tagged //
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  • thedeerb0nes
    05.05.2021 - 1 hour ago

    TW: derealization (????), animal abuse A redraw of the idea from sketchbook. Text is from the book

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  • caramelo7dulce
    05.05.2021 - 1 hour ago
    #izuku midoriya#midoriya izuku#aizawa shouta#shouta aizawa#ereaserhead#slight dadzawa#dadzawa#parental aizawa #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha#bnha #midoriya has trust issues #izuku has trust issues #angst#trust issues #implied/referenced child abuse #tw implied/referenced child abuse #childhood trauma #izuku midoriya angst #midoriya angst#izuku angst #midoriya izuku angst #midoriya izuku fic #midoriya izuku fanfic #izuku midoritya fic #izuku midoriya fanfic
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  • magickedhat
    05.05.2021 - 1 hour ago

    wren deals with their trauma by minimalizing its severity.

    “my parents never beat me or yelled at me, they weren’t that bad,”  “i think their intentions were good,”  "others have had it worse than me,”  “there are more important things i should be focusing on at the moment.”   it’s scary to face the past.   it’s even scarier to come to terms with how it’s affecting them now.   they believe they’re doing well because they’re charging forward, but what they’re doing is prioritizing everything that draws attention away from the inside.   they’ll deal with it later.   they don’t want to think about it now.   if they think about it, talk about it,  it’ll be too real, and they just won’t be able to handle it.

    #trauma tw#abuse tw #headcanons.   ◜♣  /  ❛ 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. ❜◞ #the fact they still wear an eyepatch is like #the most obvious indicator of unresolved trauma #and they Know this actually #they just.....dont want to think about it #bc it's scary!! #they try to get angry instead bc it's easier than being vulnerable #and another part of them is just. #justifying their parents' actions #bc they can understand the intent #and they still want to love them despite everything #but intent does NOT excuse one's actions and they're not obligated to forgive their parents bc of who they are #and just dhuaihuv it's a lot...........
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  • fantabulisticity
    05.05.2021 - 1 hour ago

    This year is shockingly similar to last year, where I have to lock up my shit in my room and hide in here if my shitty roommate is in the kitchen because he's going to fucking confront me and yell at me, but this time he's 6'7" and i'm worried he's going to fuckin hit me lmao

    Which is fine, but i don't want him to break my glasses or headphones. If he hits me then I can tell the landlord about it, lol, and maybe she'll kick him out

    #personal#not tagged#abuse tw #i have reason to believe he wants to hit me because i watched him abuse his own cat a week ago and also he sent me a message last night... #...saying that he hopes i'm glad he isn't physically yelling at me because i deserve to be yelled at for what i said #(which is that you can have a mental illness and still keep shared spaces clean because you live with other people who need them lol) #real bad victim complex with this one #he's been slamming every door for the past two days lmao
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  • casual-owl
    05.05.2021 - 1 hour ago

    I decided to write a little prose about Victor and how he thought he loved Elizabeth. So, I figured why not post it here. (I picture this set after Victor met and fell in love with Walton, btw.)

    My mind had knowledge which could fill a continent, and all I knew was that I was in love with you. A scientist questions his world, his boundaries; the truths and impossibilities he’s been told. Now all I can do is question what I’d assumed was love. Why did I never question the feelings I had for you? Why did I take so long to learn what love felt like? Why did I have to fall in love after I had lost you, my sister?

    I suppose that’s the irony we have to live with. In all my brilliance, I was blind, I know; and what a world I see, now. The colors of my life aren’t the gray-matter of ink and textbooks, they are a love in my life-blood and body, like that which incarnates my cheeks every time I look at him. That feeling, when he touches me, when I feel his heartbeat, is so vivid and maddening, and I want it to last past my death. Is that what my father thought I felt when I looked at your hair, or your eyes? There was no mind for what I was missing.

    #frankenstein #frankenstein or the modern prometheus #the modern prometheus #victor frankenstein#robert walton#elizabeth lavenza#waltonstein#gothic literature#literature#prose#writing#gothic lit#litblr #tw heteronormacy m #tw emotional abuse #tw abuse
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