A Few Of The More Creative Spellings Of Christmas I’ve Come Across While Looking For Dear Santa Letters

good evening tumblr! for the low low price of $4.20 i will give you a fact that will ruin your night!

spotify wrapped: this year your top genre was sexual gruntwave. and yiour top artist was the ghost of emperor norton.

me, just trying to use the sound of chapo trap house to echolocate my way out of a sinister cave: awesome i dont.care

No more sterile white boxes.

I don't want a romantic partner I want friends who will go dumpster diving with me, I want neighbors who will knock on my door and ask for butter because they forgot to buy some and it's sunday. I want book shelves in public spaces, food banks and shared tool sheds and community gardens. I want to trade home grown tomatoes for a couple of eggs with my neighbor and I want to bring food over to my friends house when I've cooked too much. I want bicycle only streets and I want people to go on spontaneous walks with. I want people to ask me for help when they need it and I want to be able to ask for help in return. I want community as a safety net. I want people to stop focusing on the vague concept of the one, who will Cure All Isolation and Loneliness. I want every single person to be able to find support and comfort around them, regardless of their relationship status.

some reminders for disabled emos (and other alt peepz!!)

black pants are black pants. don’t force yourself into jeans or leggings or any clothing that feels uncomfy

mobility aids don’t make u look less alternative, they are cool as fuck!!

if u dont have the spoons to do elaborate (or any) makeup that’s okay!!

comfy clothes come in all fashions. dont buy clothes that will make you overstimulated, upset, or put u in pain!

if anyone calls u a poser send em to me and ill beat the fuck out of them with my cane!!!

while music is most important to alt cultures dont force yourself to listen to bands that trigger migraines, sensory overloads, etc!! not all emo music is loud guitars and drums

feel free 2 ask for translations of typing quirks!

your health, comfort, and safety comes first. always.

u look so cool

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

Abusers have human sides to them too.

When abuse, whether real or fictional, is talked about in media, one of two things usually happens. The abuser is either completely dehumanised and painted as an evil caricature, or given a tragic backstory that makes the victim feel so sorry for their abuser they end up forgiving them.

And I think this is part of why it can be so hard to believe we ourselves are going through abuse. Because when it's you going through it, you see the human side of your abuser too. You see them cry, and laugh, and overcome adversity, and be vulnerable, and feel scared and small. You see them struggle and you see them genuinely try to spend quality time with you, and you see them show the ways they love you. Sometimes, you can even see that they mean it when they say they love you.

And because we've been taught that "actual" abusers are all bad, heartless, merciless, and lacking in humanity, and everyone else is just a suffering person who hurt others because they were hurting inside, we think what we're going through can't possibly be abuse. We think we're exaggerating, or being weak, or selfish. We punish ourselves for not being more understanding of what they're going through. We convince ourselves we're making it all up and we're the monsters in our own story.

But we're not. We're just not used to acknowledging that abusers are human, and that their humanity does not negate their abuse.

If you've ever questioned your abuse because your abuser was struggling, or genuinely loved you, or was trying their best, or expressed conflicting emotions, or was abused themselves, this post is for you. I believe you. I believe what happened to you was abuse. Their circumstances did not justify their actions.

I believe you, and you are not alone.