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blueflare7pkmn · 9 months

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[BIG HUG]

I'm so sorry that happened to you, flare

And I'm sorry I couldn't stop it sooner

-@water-pokemon-appreciator

I'm sorry I should have stayed home you were right I'm never leaving again I'm sorry

#irl pkmn #pokeblogging #irl pokemon #pokemon irl #pkmn rp #rotumblr #pkmn blog #pokemon #pkmn irl #rotomblr #broken home

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accidentalslayer · 1 month

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"I'll tell you when you're older..."

Do yourself a favor. Especially if you're in foster care and separated from your parents. If they ever break out with that line during a court-ordered visitation at your local CPS, realize that this is what is actually being said to you:

"I'm never going to tell you what really happened because that would require me to take responsibility for my actions that I'm doing my best to avoid."

And also...

"I was making choices that hurt you without your wellbeing ever once crossing my mind. You did not factor into my plans at all."

I waited for 29 years to be that mythological "older" person and still haven't been told why and I've agonized about it every single day of those years until I realized that there will not be a day (or an age) where my parents would take accountability for how they ruined my childhood. I want to save you the 29 years of suffering right now.

They weren't thinking about you. But other people you meet in life WILL. They'll make good choices with you actively in their mind. Those people are the ones you need to think and care about getting answers from.

And you won't even have to wait for it.

#actually mentally ill #actually bpd #actually borderline #mentally ill #child protective services #lines your dead beat parents will give you #toxic parents #toxic family #my family is insane #answers you wish you had #broken home #broken childhood #advice #to my followers #borderline personality disorder #borderline blog #bpd #bpd vent #bpd brain

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aureumaze · 9 months

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let me be the melted candles on your birthday cake; you'll watch me burn just for you to make your wish. for another year, a lot more wishes, but no more wicks. no more wicks.

—a.m.

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whileguthixsleeps · 9 months

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this is what it feels like to play Broken Home for the first time

#runescape #runescape quests #broken home

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kxllakxm · 7 months

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i didn't eat today and nobody noticed

the oven chokes and groans when you turn it above 425

the doors have no handles

peek a boo holes through each entrance

only a subtle push to exit

the cracks in the tile look marbled

and your eyes get used to the way the kitchen light flickers constantly

the bones of the house creek and stretch to hold us inside

the ropes hold the garage door down to protect our possessions

the broken boards in the fence are blocked with garbage bins

and we don't even try to close the pool gate anymore.

we learn to swim.

the glassware with leftover dinner i brought home is cold against my skin and placing it in the fridge feels like a safe that locks from the inside.

i place my belongings there never knowing if i'll ever see them again

at earth's beginning there was water and smoke

i think i will blend into the wallpaper, fall apart with this house and return to the dirt

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khaosritual · 5 months

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#shameless #netflix #family #broken home #alcoholism #disfunctional family #chaos #disfunction #crazy life #trap #frank gallagher #lip gallagher #Gallagher #ian gallagher #fiona gallagher

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imfullofworms · 11 months

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I don't know how I feel about

the phrase broken home—

it implies that there's something

to fix. Perhaps the home

itself, perhaps those left living in it, and

perhaps the breaker...

After all, aren't those who break things

only looking to change their

surroundings to suit what they see

looking back in mirrors?

I sound like I know, but in

truth I'm only a child pretending to be

an adult—it's all bloody guesswork.

by me

#poetry #poetic #poems and poetry #my poem #i wrote it #original writing #writers and poets #poetry blog #family #broken home #divorce #poemblr #poetryblr

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methdeity · 1 year

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#urban explore #my photgraphy #abandoned #abandoned house #broken home

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water-pokemon-appreciator · 9 months

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sidon you- you REALLY shouldnt be catching charges like this at 15. especially if youre broadcasting your intent. youre gonna get charged as an adult-

I am not going to kill him.

It will be fine

#broken home

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omero-megane · 1 year

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Ah well i just wanna try to color again

I really lost my way to color

Lost BB!Sans belongs to U_MetMe

#my art #digital #undertale au #broken home #sans au #sans #herb #fan art

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blueflare7pkmn · 9 months

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[Sidon sees the charizard chained up outside, he is disturbed that someone would do that to Char]

Char? I'll come back for you in a bit, ok? I have to beat up an old man

[he pulls out his ball and chain mace and knocks down the wall with a light flick of the wrist (at least for him anyway)]

HEY OLD MAN, COME HERE.

(@water-pokemon-appreciator)

[The fire type lets out an aggressive snort, a small jet of fire coming out from her nostrils. Meanwhile, as Sidon breaks down the entire wall, Flare's father is simply sitting there in his chair. He raises an eyebrow.]

You couldn't've knocked Or does being a freak mean you don't have manners, either?

#broken home #pkmn irl #pokemon #pokeblogging #irl pokemon #irl pkmn #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pkmn blog #rotumblr #pkmn rp #tw pokemon abuse

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batwynn · 5 months

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I feel a… something when I get a lot of reblogs on my photography blog of broken down houses during the holidays.

#it’s a thing #broken home

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ani-bunnie13 · 6 months

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the trauma this gives me. its always the little siblings who need to go upstairs when someone in the family is arguing. of course, they shouldn't have to stay, watch and witness the entirety of the argument but instead, they have to grow up knowing the routine of locking themselves in their room until the house goes silent.

somehow, we need to be distracted to drown out the noise. maybe this is why we become so independent or quiet because we never learned how to express how we felt because we were always taught to do everything ourselves when people were "too mad" to help. the worst thing is when the parents don't even believe that the younger sibling is hurting from the trauma because they weren't in the fight themselves. they think that because the argument had nothing to do with them, they should be fine and won't have to deal with upsetting the parents.

can we all just admit that heartstopper has multiple amazing representations of a broken home?

xx ani-bunnie

#heartstopper #alice oseman #osemanverse #charlie spring #webtoon #broken home #trauma #recovery #siblings #spring family #ani bunnie

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tahniatspen · 19 days

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god it’s so tiring to have an angry parent. to have them define you for the rest of your life. it fills you with anguish. make you want to hurt everyone the way you are hurt. it binds around your throat and stares at you at night. angry fathers make you believe you’ll never be loved by a man. angry fathers are hell on earth.

#desi academia #desi culture #desi things #indian dark academia #poetry #desi aesthetic #forestcore #indian aesthetic #light academia #fathers #relationship #broken home

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halloweenbitch2764 · 2 years

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Broken Home | Bo Sinclair x Reader

Chapter Three

TW: Abuse

Part Two

Tags: @verymuchsoslytherin @theblueinhiseyes @crowned-gemini @slvt4slasherstiktok @ghostofnothing @ajarofpickledtears @stitchattacks @the-honey-nymph

Your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of the man in front of you. Vincent was quite frail growing up, thin as a twig which led to Bo having to defend him. There wasn't much to him to defend himself. His hair had certainly grown and he wore a mask. You had gotten close enough to him to know why when you were kids. He had only shown you his facial scars once but the bond only grew when you didn't run away. You just hugged him and promised you didn't see him any different. Bo had seen this interaction and felt his feelings towards you grow, at the same time a twinge of jealousy smacking him.

He cared for his brother, though sometimes it seemed quite the opposite, and seeing you accept him regardless warmed his heart. Not that he would let you know.

Vincent had certainly grown up. His figure filled out and muscles were seen a bit under his sweater. He had grown taller like his brother and definitely wasn't a bad looking guy. After the moment of silence you hugged Vincent tightly and he didn't hesitate to return it. He smelled like wax, Earth, and warmth. His hair tickled your face and you broke the hug. "God it's been so long. You finally grew into yourself, huh?" You teased playfully. He blushed under his mask before wordlessly nodding. He had never been a talker. You honestly weren't sure if he could.

Bo watched silently, arms crossed over his chest, jealousy swarming him. Vincent may have been a freak but out of the two he was more likeable. Especially to their mom. He was talented. A prodigy. And Bo? Worthless. Troublemaker. The thoughts only made him more bitter. "So," Bo spoke, "did you want to go see the house?" You had no idea that the interaction made him feel anything. "Yeah definitely! I'm sure Vincent needs to go continue whatever art project he's got anyways." You said and smiled brightly. Before Vincent could motion anything Bo nodded and headed out to the main road that would lead to their house.

The walk was filled with comfortable silence only broken when one of you thought of something. You knew you'd have to tell Bo why you truly came back in case Kyle found his way somehow. You prayed that the town was off the map enough to not be discovered. Wax museums weren't quite as popular as they had been when you were growing up after all. Hopefully that would contribute to a lack of any "tourists" stopping by. Despite not having seen Bo you couldn't help but feel he would protect you. The whole situation felt embarrassing though in a way even though you knew it shouldn't have.

Your friends had warned you something was off with Kyle from the beginning. You never believed them. He was charming and charismatic and got along with almost everyone. You had met when you nearly ran into him with your grocery cart. He apologized for not paying attention, you apologized for not paying attention, and decided to reconcile by exchanging numbers. He made your heart flutter and you couldn't imagine why anyone would think he was bad. It all started slow after all. He would make degrading comments but you made excuses. He was having a bad day, he was tired, etc. It only got worse until he started laying hands on you. It also started off as nearly nothing. He'd punch you in the arm and leave bruises. He'd slap you. But love does crazy things to people. It all lead to your breaking point and here you were.

You felt like a fool for not listening. He pulled you away from your friends, isolating you till you nearly ruined your relationship with your parents. But love is blind and hindsight is twenty-twenty.

The walk wasn't a long one and you soon got to the house. It looked exactly the same as when you were younger, albeit a little more run down and overgrown. Nothing a little tlc couldn't fix. You walked up the path to the front door, brushing aside the overgrown lawn and Bo held the door open for you. "Sorry if it's a little messy, wasn't expectin' company." You waved your hand slightly as you walked inside. It smelled of stale beer and cigarettes. A couple beer bottles laid by a recliner. It wasn't anything crazy or unexpected. The walls were faded and the wallpaper was ripping off in some places.

"We got a spare bedroom that Lester usually uses if he needs to stay here. It'll be yours as long as you need." He started heading up the stairs and you followed him. His bedroom was at the end of the hall and yours was about halfway down. He opened the door and a single bed was pushed in the corner of the room. There was a dresser, a side table with a small lamp on it, and a small closet. It wasn't much but you could make it work. It wouldn't take much to liven it up. "Thank you by the way." You spoke, looking up at Bo. His lips tugged up into a barely noticeable smile and he nodded. "Always got room for ya Y/N."

He motioned to his room once you both entered the hall. "I'm gonna go change real quick." You waited patiently as he entered the room, changing, before coming back out to meet you.

You both headed back downstairs and your stomach growled. Apparently you were hungry but had been too busy being stressed and nostalgic to notice. You both laughed. "Honestly I probably need to do a grocery run. You wanna come with?" The nearest town was definitely a bigger one than Ambrose. There was more restaurants, bars, and attractions for tourists. Not to mention it was on a map. You froze and felt your hunger slip away slightly. "Oh, um, actually. I need to talk to you about something." You knew you were going to have to explain it sooner or later and it looks like that time was now.

#broken home #bo sinclair x female reader #bo sinclair fanfic #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax (2005)#house of wax 2005 #house of wax #x reader #horror x reader #slasher fandom #slasher series #slasher fanfiction #slasher fucker

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depresso-espresso-5150 · 15 days

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Sometimes it scares me how much I think about going out for a walk, and never coming home. How willing I am to leave everything I have, and everyone I know.

s.m

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