When I was 17, I experienced some trauma that led me to stop speaking. You know, when you tell someone “No,” repeatedly 70+ times in one evening, it is damn hard to ever think your words will matter again.
But words so matter and so do thoughts.
I silenced myself into amnesia, and came back home...
Spent a chunk off time off of this blog. This sad story about sexual assault is something I wrote during my “time-off” of tumblr, if you care to read it…
teardropprincess asked:
Lately, I’ve been making a lot of zines. You can see more of my work at: cococolalala.tumblr.com/archive
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