Repeat.My pencil marks the paper, as the razor marks my skin. I haven’t hurt myself in a while, the words come from within. My memories are set on shuffle, and now they’re stuck on repeat. Repeat — repeat — repeat. All the times I’ve ever so much as thought of hurting myself. I’ve never used a blade against my skin…
“Most people get money. I got sexual abuse.”Part II of a necessary conversation about rape and sexual…
UK Minister Baroness Anelay responds to reports of abuses by UN peacekeepers in the Central African Republic31 March 2016“I am appalled by the sickening allegations emerging from the Central African Republic. They mark a new and disturbing low. I urge the UN and Member States to investigate these…
EspelhoEu quero saber quem era você O que havia por trás desse sorriso O que se escondia atrás do seu choro e dos seus gestos Que eu não tive a…
How long has it been since you last cried, dude.I suggest that your gut is hurting you so badly that it has become twisted with all your shit.Surgery is not the answer.You are the answer.
Having been there, the skeletons do not die with them. Why not? Because it is one of your skeletons, now, too.My mother did not believe me although I was never the type to lie. I’m a man and it manifests differently in my ego. I had to overcome that. It was….formidable.
