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“Our house was small, and when you grow up with domestic violence in a confined space you learn to gauge, very precisely, the temperature of situations. I knew exactly when the shouting was done and a hand was about to be raised – I also knew exactly when to insert a small body between the fist and her face, a skill no child should ever have to learn. Curiously, I never felt fear for myself and he never struck me, an odd moral imposition that would not allow him to strike a child. The situation was barely tolerable: I witnessed terrible things, which I knew were wrong, but there was nowhere to go for help. Worse, there were those who condoned the abuse. I heard police or ambulancemen, standing in our house, say, “She must have provoked him,” or, “Mrs Stewart, it takes two to make a fight.” They had no idea. The truth is my mother did nothing to deserve the violence she endured. She did not provoke my father, and even if she had, violence is an unacceptable way of dealing with conflict. Violence is a choice a man makes and he alone is responsible for it.”
— Patrick Stewart: the legacy of domestic violence

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5:00 pm  •  30 January 2012  •  1,976 notes

Everyone around me is getting engaged and it’s making me sad because there is nothing I want more than to have a fiancée/husband and a house.

7:09 am  •  26 January 2012

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5:51 am  •  20 January 2012  •  63,856 notes

Any of you.

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5:37 am  •  20 January 2012  •  2,872 notes

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I want a turtle. At least he would be my friend :(

5:32 am  •  20 January 2012  •  6,290 notes

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5:29 am  •  20 January 2012  •  1 note

Any of you. None of you could possibly care less.

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5:23 am  •  20 January 2012  •  860 notes

Feeling pretty fucking shitty and under appreciated. I’m sick of being the only one who ever makes an effort with any of my ‘friends’. It’s a two way street guys. Makes me feel like they don’t actually want to be my friends. And I’m sick of feeling like no one wants to spend time with me. Why the fuck can’t any of them make an effort?! I cooked dinner for my partner tonight and he came in, didn’t offer to help, scoffed dinner down, then complained that the pasta wasn’t cooked enough so fed the pasta to the dogs, let me do the dishes and cleaning and then left. And apparently I can’t even say how I feel. Unappreciated and unloved. I’ll live in my own little world from now on; they can contact me first and if they don’t then I guess I have no friends. Screw them all.

5:20 am  •  20 January 2012