![]() But Johnny depp is a malignant narcissist, a man, and wealthy as all get out. ![]() Vilified and not believed, regardless of what any abuse survivor could recognize as a fellow survivor instantly. While the last thing survivors need is more blame, our society supports a narrative that blames the objectively innocent party because the blatantly guilty party has spent their entire lives fabricating a persona and we’re just being human, and human psychology is quite counterintuitive especially in the context of trauma. Never actually understand, even if they try, because all they see is you, on fire, screaming about the arsonist that no one ever sees, and who has been spreading lies about your alleged mental instability, deceptive personality, etc. Anyways, I especially relate to her midnights becoming afternoons, complex PTSD often leads to this phenomenon, whether due to purposeful sleep deprivation by the abuser, or just hyper vigilance associated with the PTSD, along with the fear of facing people, especially your loved ones, who funny how you say the words domestic violence, abuse, abuse survivor and boom the subject changes. How could I miss you if never met you If that road turned some other way and never looked back Theres a feeling, overwhelming, like I couldnt belong. The abuser has no anxieties, no emotional pain, or salience/memory for that matter, so the survivor appears to be the crazy one, obsessed with the abuse and that buzzword that seems to ignite arguments about diagnosing people without a degree, etc. I believe this is another amazingly on point and nuanced commentary on the insanity that follows emotionally abusive relationships. When the world comes apart and I'm standing still (you flicker) When the world is spinning and I am standing still (you flicker) ![]() Skip beats and I'm forgetting the in-between If I never knew what I've lost (you flicker)Īnd I turn around, and you're gone (you flicker) This is happiness to be everything at once Be unblinded, be unlearned, be unbridled and unburned Heavy on our heels, the rocky ground we leave behind Tassels streaming from our necks, we cast a wake amidst the wind Were the roamers to the road, barebacked, spirit and in mind Oh, to be free like this. ![]() When the world comes apart and I'm standing still Writer(s): Phoebe Bridgers, Marshall VoreLyrics powered by the world is spinning and I am standing still I hate you for what you did And I miss you like a little kid I faked it every time, but that′s alright I can hardly feel anything, I hardly feel anything at all You gave me fifteen hundred to see your hypnotherapist I only went one time, you let it slide Fell on hard times a year ago Was hoping you would let it go and you did I have emotional motion sickness Somebody roll the windows down There are no words in the English language I could scream to drown you out I'm on the outside lookin′ through You're throwin' rocks around your room And while you′re bleeding on your back in the glass I′ll be glad that I made it out And sorry that it all went down like it did I have emotional motion sickness Somebody roll the windows down There are no words in the English language I could scream to drown you out Hey, why do you sing with an English accent? I guess it's too late to change it now You know I′m never gonna let you have it But I will try to drown you out You said when you met me you were bored You said when you met me you were bored And you, you were in a band when I was born I have emotional motion sickness I try to stay clean and live without And I want to know what would happen If I surrender to the sound Surrender to the sound
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