κατσαρόλα καπνού με Χρις i get that drunk sex feeling when i’m with youTumblr (3.0; @ikar0s)http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/b2c7eabfb58e4340cbbcf69477db8ccd/tumblr_ml7hceSsn71qhngato1_500.gif"/><br/><br/><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://r-elaxation.tumblr.com/post/48683355173/my-post-d-got-so-many-notes" target="_blank">r-elaxation</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>my post :D got so many notes</p> </blockquote>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50902418529http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50902418529Mon, 20 May 2013 14:16:22 +0200<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/15353239a311f02c9d3e40017c435703/tumblr_mibp5eSn9x1rozo8qo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a href="http://nataine.tumblah.com/post/50900046497/accurate" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">lustire</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>accurate</p></blockquote>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50902399622http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50902399622Mon, 20 May 2013 14:15:53 +0200<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/bcd9427cd4ff77d5c309a16fd16c1dd5/tumblr_mn1eublK7p1rx044no1_500.png"/><br/><br/><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://folxe.tumblr.com/post/50799656284" target="_blank">folxe</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p class="p1"><span>*only the image shows so don’t delete the text*</span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1"><strong>Please reblog to spread awareness about child abuse, </strong>even if you don’t read it</span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">I am doing a project in drama where we make a super hero who does something to help others, so i decided to raise awareness for child abuse, not because i have a personal link to it but i just think it is something that doesn’t get spoken about as much as depression, eating disorders etc.  Therefore i have taken someone else’s story to show you the reality, child abuse is no joke. </span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1"><strong>So if you could please read, or at least reblog this post to spread the message</strong></span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1"><strong>Eva’s Story</strong></span></p> <p class="p2"><span>“I was fourteen years old when I told my mother what had happened to me, and why I wanted to die. Through my sobs I told her how I had tried to take my own life that very day by swallowing an entire bottle of aspirin. I remember this clearly. She was sitting on the basement stairs that just so also happened to be the entrance to my bedroom. The show Trapper John, M.D. was playing in the background on my television just feet from my bed, where I laid facing the wall as I spoke.</span><span class="s1"></span></p> <p class="p2"><span>I felt as if my life had no value, as up to that point it consisted of being ill in hospitals, and men pawing at me. I can remember telling my mother that when I saw the future all I saw was a blackness, a long dark black tunnel. I was a shell. A shell in which doctors poked at as they tried to figure out what was wrong with me, and then men grabbed at for their own pleasure.</span><span class="s1"></span></p> <p class="p2"><span>I told her how I was only five years old the first time a neighbor of ours cornered me in a foyer, and told me just to stand still and “be a good little girl.” I explained to her the reason I didn’t want to take the school bus to school when I was 11 had nothing to do with me not wanting to go to school, but rather because that neighbor we once had was the school bus driver.</span><span class="s1"></span></p> <p class="p2"><span>I then told her about how after we moved to another apartment it was also there where a neighbor, the Vietnam Vet, that my father so much enjoyed his company, often grabbed me when I would go down in the basement to get my bike while he was doing the laundry. Then I was only 8 and 9 years old. I explained to her where his hands would go, and how sometimes when he knew I was home alone and ill (which was often since I spent most of my childhood in and out of hospitals) that he would knock on our backdoor waiting for me to answer. I answered the first couple of times, but quickly learned how to crawl into a closet and wait for him to leave.</span><span class="s1"></span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">I told her about someone close to our family who one night came home drunk while I was at their house. I had been sleeping on the couch and was awoken to a sharp pain in between my legs and how he then got on top of me and told me to be quiet, and explained that if I ever told anyone he would “kill” my family. I explained to her after that I couldn’t remember anything except the smell of alcohol, and wet leather from his boots that laid only feet away from head. I was 9 when that happened.</span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">I then told her the reason I didn’t want to baby-sit for this one woman was not because of her children, but rather because of her boyfriend. How just weeks prior to that day he had come home while I was babysitting. He was drunk, and how he held me down in a chair while he stuck his tongue down my throat. I told her how I didn’t tell my brother even after I ran out of the apartment I was in, and to where he was in the same complex at a friend’s house. I told her that the song “I Love the Rainy Nights” made me sick to my stomach because the boyfriend of the woman looked just like Eddie Rabbit, and that song played on the car radio on the way home from that night.</span></p> <p class="p2"><span>I didn’t tell her about the one doctor at the hospital who once pulled me into an examining room when I was 9, to check my catheter that was still in place after my surgery, how he did this without a nurse present, and how I was confused because he wasn’t even my doctor. I didn’t realize until I was much older what he was actually doing, so she didn’t hear about that one.</span><span class="s1"></span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">I explained to her that it was because of all of that I had tried to kill myself that day with the bottle of aspirin, but instead I ended up vomiting it all up only a little while later. I can remember feeling numb as I explained this to her.</span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">It was when I was done telling her everything that I rolled over to look her in the eyes, hoping to see compassion…understanding…and maybe even some love. What I saw instead was a blank look. She then told me how disgusting everything I had just explained to her was, and that I was never to mention it again. She told me if my father knew of any of it that it would “kill him.” She told me never to tell anyone. She then took her leave of my room and me.</span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">Looking back I am not really sure why or how I found the strength to stay alive through those teens years. I carried so much shame, so many fears, but something else I carried were so many questions. Perhaps it was my ever curious mind that drove me forward to seek out help once I was old enough to do so on my own.</span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">The growth, the grieving, and the understanding took many years to come by. I was always looking for avenues to understand what happened to me and why. Constantly searching for a reason. Wanting to be whole …wanting to make all those memories and pains go away. So much time and energy that I didn’t realize I was married to a man that would one day abuse me in much the same way all those before him had. It took 15 year of marriage before the subtle abuse turned into a nightmare of overt emotional abuse which eventually lead to physical and a final sexual assault.</span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">Healing for me started to come when I let go of the secret, and their shame. When I no longer protected it from being discovered. It was then that I realized all of what I had been through wasn’t a shame I needed to carry as my own. I had to grieve all of what happened, and that is when the healing started.</span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1">I also now know all that happened, all those crimes that my body and soul suffered, do not define me as a person, nor as a woman. I am so much more than the words I’ve just written convey. I also know that I am not alone in my journey. That many have walked a similar path - and that I have stepped out of the dark tunnel I saw as my future when I was so young…I know see tomorrow’s daylight rather than yesterday’s night.”</span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Approximately 5 children die every day because of child abuse. </span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">1 out of 3 girls and 1 out of 5 boys will be sexually abused before they reach age 18.</span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">90 percent of child sexual abuse victims know the perpetrator in some way. 68 percent are abused by a family member.</span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Most children become victims of abuse and neglect at 18 months or younger.</span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">In 2010, 1,537 children died of abuse or neglect.</span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">79.4 percent were under the age of 4.</span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">47.7 percent were under the age of 1. </span></p> <p class="p1"><span class="s1"> // not my doodle, credit goes to doodoodloo\</span></p> </blockquote> <p></p>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50902388253http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50902388253Mon, 20 May 2013 14:15:34 +0200<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdlc1eZL4N1rebnwwo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50902347396http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50902347396Mon, 20 May 2013 14:14:27 +0200<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/95fee4cc4e8d054474de642a3dde54cd/tumblr_mn3j48jmfz1qkfaxvo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a href="http://ragdan.tumblr.com/post/50902173552/frederik-t-lke-ph-damon-baker-instagram" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">ragdan</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>Frederik Tölke</p> <p>PH: Damon Baker (instagram: damon_baker)</p></blockquote> <p>In Herford, I read so on Instagram</p>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50902339945http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50902339945Mon, 20 May 2013 14:13:33 +0200herfordgermanxgermany<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/dbeb051e96ac50354aeeb17d130b4326/tumblr_mku3f4uy8f1r6dqvso1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://lunazed.tumblr.com/post/49430844508/aquara-7while23-sophia-collier-river-under" target="_blank">lunazed</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://aquara.tumblr.com/post/47720534074/7while23-sophia-collier-river-under-me-2012" target="_blank">aquara</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://7while23.tumblr.com/post/47271072410" target="_blank">7while23</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://sophiacolliergallery.com/available_work.html" target="_blank">Sophia Collier</a>, River Under Me, 2012 (Carved Acrylic)</p> </blockquote> <p>queued! ♥</p> </blockquote> <p></p> </blockquote>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50902293323http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50902293323Mon, 20 May 2013 14:13:00 +0200<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/448347fa7cb16bfc82e5e7ee3baf1b06/tumblr_ml9wm84XDU1rcrcdeo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a href="http://daisyhaz-e.tumblr.com/post/50759043600/more-posts-like-this-here" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">daisyhaz-e</a>:</p> <blockquote><p class="p1">♡ more posts like this here ♡</p></blockquote>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50901415168http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50901415168Mon, 20 May 2013 13:49:59 +0200<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/b233ad76a1432407523f6ba85115953b/tumblr_mn3hwhsFvG1r24n3vo1_r1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Club Tropicana, drinks are free, fun and sunshine - there’s enough for everyone!</p>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50901174819http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50901174819Mon, 20 May 2013 13:48:53 +0200george michaelwham!club tropicanaselfiemeikar0sheartlovetropicalrosyinstagramawkwardcollagepolyvorecutemodernfreahfreshyo diggahdancehappygoodmoodfollowpromoreblogfamousliebeamor<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcku0lVvVH1rp9z26o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a href="http://aveaucado.tumblr.com/post/50897931420/clubzen-goldical-perf-perfect" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">aveaucado</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://clubzen.tumblr.com/post/49198594668/goldical-perf-perfect-combination" target="_blank">clubzen</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://goldical.tumblr.com/post/48540061493/perf" target="_blank">goldical</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>perf</p> </blockquote> <p>perfect combination</p> </blockquote> (via <a href="http://www.tumbleonapp.com" target="_blank">TumbleOn</a>)</blockquote>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50898089432http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50898089432Mon, 20 May 2013 12:15:11 +0200<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8s64baJbc1qbliluo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a href="http://aveaucado.tumblr.com/post/50898001109/via-tumbleon" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">aveaucado</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>(via <a href="http://www.tumbleonapp.com" target="_blank">TumbleOn</a>)</p></blockquote>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50898076173http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50898076173Mon, 20 May 2013 12:14:46 +0200<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/070ae6c89c6431c610dbca9dc58a676a/tumblr_mkec9x3I8R1qhekb6o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://crystalshades.tumblr.com/post/46656392996/want-them-all" target="_blank">crystalshades</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>want them all!!</p> </blockquote>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50898031239http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50898031239Mon, 20 May 2013 12:13:20 +0200<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9wih0M9PF1qiotv5o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a href="http://l-ush.tumblr.com/post/50897904726/qd-x" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">l-ush</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>q’d x</p></blockquote>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50898021722http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50898021722Mon, 20 May 2013 12:13:01 +0200<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/04c713b4d8bd0601e8c275f91f5eaf66/tumblr_ml0wj2e4Np1r64h25o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50898015624http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50898015624Mon, 20 May 2013 12:12:50 +0200<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltxfhnNGHC1qk4ulno1_500.png"/><br/><br/><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://hidinginthetreehouse.tumblr.com/post/26271174525/i-think-this-is-my-favourite-photo" target="_blank">hidinginthetreehouse</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>i think this is my favourite photo</p> </blockquote>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50898003784http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50898003784Mon, 20 May 2013 12:12:27 +0200<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/5379427d1812c9ce377700d10206a02b/tumblr_mhvezudXXr1r0wq6lo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a href="http://aveaucado.tumblr.com/post/50897943765/avacay-smohkist-love-this-love-this" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">aveaucado</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://avacay.co.vu/post/50812731144/smohkist-love-this-love-this-so-much" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">avacay</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://smohkist.tumblr.com/post/50811447420/love-this" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">smohkist</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>Love this!</p></blockquote> <p>♡♡♡ love this so much</p></blockquote> (via <a href="http://www.tumbleonapp.com" target="_blank">TumbleOn</a>)</blockquote>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50897997768http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50897997768Mon, 20 May 2013 12:12:16 +0200<p><a href="http://flowaah.tumblr.com/post/50897949649/if-yahoo-changes-tumblr-ill-be-gone-faster-then-a" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">flowaah</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>If yahoo changes tumblr ill be gone faster then a black man can run I swear to christ almighty</p></blockquote>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50897994048http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50897994048Mon, 20 May 2013 12:12:10 +0200<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/9a528e7e333a8413b0c56dcb7dcc7f1f/tumblr_mgw48kTXa51s3iwq4o1_400.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50897989727http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50897989727Mon, 20 May 2013 12:12:02 +0200<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mefekyCpY21rmv620o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a href="http://deflaw.tumblr.com/post/50897967398/can-i-has" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank">deflaw</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>can i has</p></blockquote>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50897979487http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50897979487Mon, 20 May 2013 12:11:44 +0200<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://brandnewswastikas.tumblr.com/post/45237224046/put-a-pancake-on-a-girls-head-when-shes-asleep" target="_blank">brandnewswastikas</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Put a pancake on a girl’s head when she’s asleep to keep her warm and safe. </p> </blockquote>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50897967617http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50897967617Mon, 20 May 2013 12:11:21 +0200<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbj2s3HWVS1r9cxzxo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/>http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50897963692http://ikar0s.tumblr.com/post/50897963692Mon, 20 May 2013 12:11:14 +0200