Oddly Undone

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my-place-of-recovery: http://www.whatkatieate.com/

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my-place-of-recovery:

http://www.whatkatieate.com/

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fleaingfrance: My weakness FleaingFrance Brocante Society

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fleaingfrance:

My weakness
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"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I..."

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“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.”

- Marya Hornbacher (via ancient-serpent)

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destroyed-and-abandoned: Whimsical abandoned house in Nova...

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destroyed-and-abandoned:

Whimsical abandoned house in Nova Scotia, Canada Old photo taken by a friend.

vainajala: by phtg_knsei

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vainajala:

by phtg_knsei

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Sun, 26 May 2013 15:42:13 -0700

My armor is failing me. I’ve spent many years forming it, shaping it to mimic a human thing. It was equipped with easy smiles and endless replies of, “I’m fine, thank you. How are you?” It fit perfectly, couldn’t be seen or felt. Only, on those odd occasions when someone would try and get close to me, there was sometimes the briefest hesitation, as if they knew or somehow sensed the barrier. But the moment always passed. And I learned that people are always so ready to accept what they are shown.

My armor protected me from the world, allowing me to move through life untouched and unhurt. I thought it made me strong, impenetrable. That’s why I built it, after all. But it did its job too well. Too late, I realized it was all that was holding me together. And now, as it slowly crumbles, a piece here, a layer there… I am left quivering and raw, undefended and overwhelmed by feeling. I was not prepared for this. Without my armor, I will fall apart and blow away like so many leaves.

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cake-inspirations: Spider Cake

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Spider Cake