I NEED SOME BOOK RECS PLEASE

um...ok. i guess?

Word Choice

Is it worth the time. NO. But so will i do this regardless. HELL YEAH

that same anon just sent me ketchup 15 times what did i do to deserve this

UNMUTE THIS 💀💀

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

I've been on Tumblr for years, but my husband knows my main account so I started this side account.

I've seen Tumblr move mountains for people so I'm hoping and praying that you guys can move mountains for me.

I'm 26 years old. I've been with my husband since I was 16 and he was 20. I know now that he was attracted to me because I was young and manipulatable but at the time I was so flattered that an older college guy wanted to be in a relationship with me.

Looking back there were a lot of red flags. He didn't like any of my friends and he told me who I could hang out with and when. He told me that my school work wasn't important because I was going to be a stay-at-home wife after high school while he went out and earned a living. As teenager living in a household that was unstable and on the brink of collapse, the idea of having a strong man take care of me was very appealing and so I overlooked the red flags.

He liked to get me drunk. He'd take me to his shitty apartment and he would load me up with Mike's Hard Lemonade and Smirnoff Ice and then we'd fool around. I had a lot of pregnancy scares from 16-17 because he didn't like to wear a condom and when I was drinking it was harder for me to insist. When I was 18, I got on the pill at least. He was always pushing my boundaries in the bedroom. I'd say no to something and he'd give me the silent treatment until I let him do it. Or he'd just do it even though I said I didn't want to.

He graduated college the year I graduated high school, and we moved in together. From the beginning, he was controlling, keeping tabs on me and watching the bank account like a hawk, but I chalked it up to needing to be frugal. We were really poor, but he promised to take care of me.

Eventually, though, I had to get a job to make ends meet. He didn't like that. The first time he hit me was when I told him I'd been interviewing for jobs. It wouldn't be the last.

God, just. Ten years I let him tell me I was helpless without him, I was weak, and stupid, and only he would ever love me. I let him hit me. I let him separate me from my friends and family. I let him kick my cat.

But I'm done. I'm going to get me and Midnight out of here.

Like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FRICKITY FRICK FRACK SNIC SNAC TIKITY TIK TAK Anon. How could someone be so fucking damn stupid.

I read that u live in Desi, I'm not racist but if you wanna read something other than bible get out ur country and go to hindu.

Lmaooo, what do you expect me to say?? Okay, first of all:

-Desi is not a place

-Neither is Hindu

I generally ignore asks like yours, but honestly though… you were the sperm that won?!?! 😐

I mean, where’s the lie tho

another one bites the dust :)))))

im so tired

oh my god two words in that just UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE

posting this bc i havent seen it anywhere here

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