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SVU Partners
Bensler: Are reluctant to admit they’re in love with each other
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Rollisi: Are married
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Veluncy: Are still only babies
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“A partnership is a lot like a marriage. You fight, then you make up. But at the end of the day, you always have each other’s backs. And if you had to, you’d take a bullet for each other. And a bond like that, that never goes away.”
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DUA LIPA Potion BTS
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obsessed with this interaction
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when none of ur friends watch the shows u watch so u have no one to scream with:
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Ouch
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Think I took it too far, When I sold you my heart. How’d it get so dark?
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NDA // Billie Eilish
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NDA // Billie Eilish
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Neurotypicals: autistic people dont feel empathy, they don’t care about others or how they feel
Neurotypicals: *electrocutes children and ignores their feelings*
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I’m in love with this reply to my tweet 😂😂
I’m feeling the bensler and rollisi solidarity tonight!
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Dear Eldest Daughters
I cannot help but wonder
who taught us
that to ask for anything
we must first be
everything.
I cannot help but wonder
Who breathed life to our clay
To live to serve
To serve to live
Till the day we return to earth
and our bones
feed the living.
I cannot help but wonder
which God made a sack
of our hearts, strong enough
to carry the lives
of everyone we ever loved.
Whether we are child,
or with child,
young or old,
abled or ill.
Age is just another whip;
no poor beast could
learn our trick
of balancing
a world on our heads
and one on our hips.
I cannot help but wonder
If a mule ever dreams
of being a horse
wild in the wind.
Or if the saddle bags
breaking its back
reassures it that
it has somewhere
to call home.
I cannot help but wonder
What happens when
we are no longer daughters,
nor wives, nor sisters
When we have no children
or children's children.
What is a pack mule
without a bridle?
Is it free
or is it abandoned?
© Sylvia De Silva, 2021
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Anyone else afraid to have more than one kid because no one ever taught you what a healthy sibling relationship looks like?
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Parentification
“Parentification” is when a child
Is forced to become a parent
For themselves, their siblings, or their parents.
“Parentification” is
Waking up soaked with urine
From a toddler you didn’t birth. It’s
Changing them by the light of Telly Tubbies
While they whimper about their nightmares.
It’s going to school the next day,
Turning in your presentation and realizing
You forgot to do the paper.
Sometimes it’s sitting in the grocery store parking lot
Because there’s more consequences for being late to class
Than to missing it entirely.
It’s your friends learning to talk over the baby crying.
It’s your mother telling you you won’t get into college
So she gets two more years of your free childcare.
It’s you believing her.
It’s you staying.
“Parentification” is
When you tell your mother to get a job.
It’s selling paper snowflakes and giving her the dimes.
It’s telling her that you want to sleep in your own bed.
It’s when she shows you the sperm bank donation and the turkey baster,
It’s when you clean out morning sickness bile buckets.
It’s learning how to give a shot before you know long division.
It’s the way she trains you, in moments and fragments,
Her needs come first.
It’s putting her first.
“Parentification” is
When you’re at a tween birthday party
And the parent tells you, “You’re looking anorexic.
I know your mom is busy, maybe
You can come to our place for dinner?”
It’s going to your dad’s because he pays child support, your mother
Sleeping with him so he’ll fix your car.
It’s a one-night stand with a stranger you met on the Internet when you’re 14.
It’s living life in reverse.
It’s not knowing who to turn to,
Not knowing what’s normal,
Just knowing pills help (some of the time).
It’s not knowing how not to be a caretaker.
“Parentification” is moving away,
Losing everyone and everything.
It’s finding yourself and freedom
And love and life.
“Parentification” is
Your sister not coming to your wedding,
Your mother refusing to raise her glass
During toasts, only asking
Why you’re changing your name.
It’s leaning in, on the happiest day of your life,
To whisper to your soulmate, “I know
My mom is not happy. I am trying
To be okay with not being responsible
For her happiness.”
It’s only hearing from her because she
Wanted more recognition, it’s
Her asking for her wedding money back, it’s
Spending your honeymoon in tears.
“Parentification” is
Learning how to let go,
Rolling far away from that poisoned apple tree,
And hoping (praying)
You’re
Not poisoned, too.
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