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elainiisms · 6 months
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lucidloving · 7 months
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In the Blood— John Mayer // @lucidloving // @chaosinline on Instagram // Édouard Levé, Suicide // @futngina // @lucidloving
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fatimaamerbilal · 7 months
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fatima aamer bilal, from shame is a girl’s second skin.
[text id: i wanted to hurl my girlhood on a sidewalk and never walk that road again. / my insides have been eating me up alive lately. / i put my fist in my throat and yank misery out of me. / it looks like me. / you think your touch would burn the sun. / but you want to be held, / you’ll let a hand around your throat for the sake of it. / in grade one, i was six, i would pick the skin off my thumbs until they were bloody, so my teacher would hold my hand and ask me if i was okay. i was six. i thought the show of wounds would earn me love. where did i learn that from? / I WAS SIX / little girl, you’ll grow up, but the malice on your tongue will forever be the words of your father. / every time he opens his mouth, you think it’s to shout. it’s not. / what are memories of childhood if not quicksand? swallowing you whole. / my mother and i, we sit down at the dinner table and translate each other’s hurts, but we do not speak. / because you don’t address the hurt / (it hurts more) / learning to say goodbye but never to let go / choosing to sit in a house that’s burning, because that’s home to you / oh, how i wish this was just a phase, but i am afraid life is becoming a coffin, just with ample space.]
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ivynightshade · 7 months
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from i mother it, the absence of her.
[text id: the hatred for the word mother is so sweet. / you can hate everything related to it. mother tongue, mother’s hometown, motherhood, everything. / but then you say mom, and you’re six years old again standing at the foot of her bed waiting for her to open the covers, let you in and ask you about your misery. / you know, before she became a part of it.]
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mitskicoded · 8 months
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what being a daughter means to me:
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mad-girlslove-song · 17 days
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"my mother" by lea jane
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that daughterhood feeling of slipping out of your body, trying on different bones, adjusting the marrow so that your mother might look at you, might love you enough. that daughterhood feeling of being simultaneously five and fifteen and fifty-five. of counting the rings of your spinal column to make sure. of being haunted by the vengeance of every version of you that didn’t make it out of that house alive.
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daremna · 2 years
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When your parents say "she gets that from me😌" my brother in christ, get what from you, trauma?
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tree-fighter · 4 months
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Being the Daughter
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Black Swan 2010 / The Guardian news article / Moonlight Kingdom 2012 / Lady Bird & I, Tonya 2017 / Summer Island, Kristin Hannah / Thirteen 2003 / The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan / Pearl 2022 / Wikipedia page on Sibling Estrangement / 1x9 Shameless
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greysfields · 1 year
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being the eldest daughter is so draining. parents holding you to higher emotional standards than the ones they hold themselves to. than the ones they hold anyone else to. always being so underappreciated for how you've raised so many people even though you're still a child. wanting to get away. wanting to stay for the sake of your siblings because they need you. feeling kinship to your mother for being underappreciated and overworked but wondering why it always has to be you to break the cycle. feeling like you're the parent and being painfully reminded that you're not when you go unnoticed again. wondering if what you want even matters, since no one seems to care about it. learning how to rely on yourself. learning how to prioritise yourself and feeling guilty for it because you don't know anything else. learning how to break cycles again and again and take care of yourself, since no one else is going to do it for you
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alas-pooryorick · 1 year
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I am my father's daughter
The Woman Destroyed, Simone de Beauvoir
Fleabag (2016-2019)
East, West, Salman Rushdie
Irish proverb
Franny and Zooey, J.D. Salinger
Along for the Ride, Sarah Dessen
The Father Tamer, Eileen Granfors
Cat's Eye, Margaret Atwood
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Benjamin Alire Sáenz
Franny and Zooey, J.D. Salinger
Foucault's Pendulum, Umberto Eco
A Room Called Earth, Madeleine Ryan
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lucidloving · 7 months
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Victoria Chang, "Obit" // Halsey, I Would Leave Me If I Could // Townie— Mitski // Agustín Gómez-Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb (trans. William Rodarmor) // @yesindeeder on Twitter // Key Ballar, "On Fathers"
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summerlike · 6 months
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i don’t care if i die early i want my mom to have all my days. i’d grow old if it meant she’d be young and beautiful forever. i’m crying as i type this and she’s in the room next to me telling me to come watch tv with her but i have work and i really really love my mom so much. when i was small she’d say that we only fought because we cared about each other, and i’d used to think it was so stupid. but now i guess it’s true. i’d fight with my mom for decades, centuries even, if it meant she’d be by my side for as long as forever.
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ivynightshade · 7 months
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s all the blood in my mouth screams devastatingly desperate, miserable girl.
[text id: the skin of the girl i could have been rests under my nails. / she hurts me. / i hurt her back.]
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wannabewritersobad · 6 months
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The 13-year-old girl in me is just screaming and yelling. Her eyes are bloodshot and sadness is wearing a mask of hatred and anger. she just wants to be left alone. And behind her is a 6-year-old girl who is in a fetal position crying her eyes out craving for someone to hold her, care for her, to love her. Sadly they both are the same girl.
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