Reasons Not To Hurt Kids:

*sign* i want someone to translate hebrew love songs to

This make me happy:')

probably i just said it but i want to say it again:

- don’t apologise if you don’t know english.

- yes, english is the most common language on the internet but you are not forced to know it perfectly.

- your own language is beautiful.

- non-english people make a huge effort to write in English everyday on this website.

- support non-english people and don’t make them feel bad if they do not know English. 

- actually support all the languages.

- spread more language diversity on Tumblr.

thank you. 

if my parents got money everytime they compare me with my brother, or everytime they minimize my problems, or everytime they made me feel less

they would be millionaire, but still wouldn´t buy things to their childs ´cause that´s not necessary 😍😍😍💕💕💕

I'll see the psychiatrist on Saturday

I'll see the psychiatrist on Saturday

I'll see the psychiatrist on Saturday

He's not gonna believe me when I tell him how I feel like, he's just gonna ask about med school and how I possibly have ADD. Idk doci feel lost in class but I also feel lost in life, like, I didn't feel like myself, but who am I at the end of the they but my thoughts and worries, my past and future, the way I can't trust people, not even those who are supposed to be there for me. I'm broken and I know there's something wrong with me

Uh, ok

Hi, my self-steem hasn't changed since i left tumblr, maybe is worse now.

Yesterday was a bad day for my sel-steem.

(Day 28??: april 11)

Dummy face, I'm really gonna miss him

Y LA QUE FISIQUEEEEEEEEEEEE

Admitting you were abused is hard for whole multitude of reasons, but one that hit me most was the fact that I had to admit to myself that abusers have managed to really, really hurt me. Really badly. That all their efforts to get to me, to make me doubt myself, to make me hate myself, were successful, no matter how much I fought, and pretended not to be hit by it all. I didn’t manage to defend myself. I didn’t beat them. I got hurt. I couldn’t get out of there. I couldn’t get away from them. I continued to get hurt. For a long long time. I was at their mercy. They could have done anything to me. They did anything to me. Nobody stopped them. Nobody fought for me. Despite all my efforts to keep myself sane, to keep myself okay, I am filled with wounds and trauma and damage too vast to even asses. They got what they wanted. And I lost big parts of myself to it. I’ve been lying to myself when I tried to be okay. I wasn’t okay. I needed help. I wasn’t unbeatable. I wasn’t quite that strong. Humans aren’t made to be that strong. Humans aren’t made to survive in environment where they’re tortured and abandoned completely. I wasn’t made to withstand that either. I got broken. I lived in an illusion that this was okay. It wasn’t. I was scared. I was alone. I thought it was my fault. I could have died. It’s a miracle I’m still around.

me, while being abused: it's okay, I'm used to this already, and I'm tough, I can take it.

me, years later when the trauma symptoms hit: I WAS SO WRONG