I’m listening to Portishead’s Roads and this popped up on my dash and look, just put the song on and watch the gif
Australia going to 'unthinkable' lengths to return Syria detainees, emails show →
The emails support reports from Guardian Australia in March, showing that Syrians detained offshore told Australian immigration department officials they would be killed if they returned to Syria, but the department facilitated plans for their repatriation nonetheless. This included sharing asylum-seeker identity documents with the Syrian consulate in Australia, booking flights via Jordan, and endeavouring to issue an “ultimatum” to force them into a decision on repatriation, despite a number of them being severely mentally ill.
At no point in any of the disclosed emails is conflict in Syria, which has seen more than 100,000 people die and 2.56 million refugees flee the civil war, discussed. And at no point are concerns about the asylum seekers’ safety back in Syria articulated.
(Source: blindmouse, via at-the-violet-hour)
"What I remember most about emotional abuse is that it’s like being put in a box. How you end up in there is the biggest trick – I never managed to work that one out. Maybe you think it’s a treasure box at first: you’re in there because you’re special. Soon the box starts to shrink. Every time you touch the edges there is an “argument”. So you try to make yourself fit. You curl up, become smaller, quieter, remove the excessive, offensive parts of your personality – you begin to notice lots of these. You eliminate people and interests, change your behaviour. But still the box gets smaller. You think it’s your fault. The terrible, unforgivable too-muchness of you is to blame. You don’t realise that the box is shrinking, or who is making it smaller. You don’t yet understand that you will never, ever be tiny enough to fit, or silent enough to avoid a row"
It’s time to make emotional abuse a crime - Lauren Laverne (via ninja-suffragette)
people under someone else’s control are hard to reach. they’re conditioned to find fault in themselves. on top of that, any urge they might have to seek help doesn’t translate to action because they see themselves as nuisances who aren’t worth the time of anyone who might help. this is because one of the main tools of the emotional manipulator is to make their victim feel as if they are truly lucky to have found such a great situation & that they won’t be able to find anything better, that they don’t deserve it. they cut off every source of positive input in their victim’s life so their only remaining source of emotional gratification is their abuser. this gives them bargaining power and creates an addiction to security (that the victim is now convinced they can’t find elsewhere). it’s truly the work of hateful, self-serving cowards.
you are slippery Gwynarian right under my toes / a soft and blunted corkscrew smoke sweet in my nose / moscato kept in bottles and moonshine cached in jars / and here there swings my little form like other shy new stars / I worry you’re a toymaker twirling out my screws / twisting out the knots and then the laces from my shoes / and fear is bitter tasting when you know the flavour meant / and slips of boys like you slip off no telling where you went / I cannot hang I cannot hold but fear behind to fall / I don’t know how to feel ‘bout those I cannot feel at all