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moveleftslightly · 5 months
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Valencia 2018.
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lime-lover-forever · 4 months
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puffer jacket and yummy food snz😚💘💘💘
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eric-sadahire · 2 months
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At some point in your childhood, you and your friends went out to play together for the last time, and none of you knew it.
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borderlineinlove · 1 year
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you can grow up in chaos and become someone who creates peace. you can grow up being hurt and become someone who looks tenderly after the wounds of others. you can grow up being taught to turn bitter from all of the wretched things they did to you and become someone who learns to forgive and move onward and upward and forward. you can grow up around anger and become a gentle spirit. you can grow up surrounded by artificial love and come to know how to recognize real love. your history does not determine whether or not you have the ability to become a decent human being. in fact, it can spur you on to break the cycle. you have become who you are today because you chose the future over your past. because you dug through rather than walked around. and because you needed to be the very thing that was absent in your life.
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professorpski · 7 months
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Doris Phipps and Lily-Annie Pollett, though they looked incredibly plain and depraved in oyster satin blouses, tight-seated bell-bottomed trousers, red nails on dirty hands, greasy curls hanging on their shoulders, a cigarette forever glued to their lips, were really very nice, kind girls.
This description of a pair of women train porters assigned to a town stop in England during World War II comes from the mind of the stationmaster Mr. Beedle. He, like many older people in the novels of Angela Thirkell, is upset by changes brought by the war: here, the disappearance of the squad of male porters he had commanded before the war broke out. Even though trousers make perfect sense for the physical job of hefting and toting bags and trunks, and pushing carts piled up with boxes and bags, they are part of the reason that the young women seem depraved to Beedle. And one would hardly expect their hands or hair to stay clean in the midst of all this dust and dirt.
Of course, women had been doing dirty work for time out of mind, think farm women and scrub women, and doing some of it in trousers, but that did not shake belief in the rule that women should not be wearing pants in public places. It was not until the 1960s, and only after a drawn-out public debate, that pants on women in the North Atlantic world were seen as anything but sloppy or overly sporty. So it was a big shift when by the late 1960s, women were wearing all kinds of pants whether or not they were embarked on a dirty job at a train station.
This fashion in fiction is from Growing Up published in 1943. You can find reprints of Thikell's works at Virago Books: https://www.virago.co.uk/?s=thirkell
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hathaway-hayes · 10 months
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Father thunder’d torture spring And sunder the songs of birds come dawn. So March arrived,
And the echoing of his heaviest footsteps Found for me, the cleverest of Hiding spaces; So April stormed.
The squall, come him, both he and his wind, Let lightning strike my soul And the lash, my hide -
May, June, and July would pass.
It would all pass, until winter - A cold, cold, cold place, Where most would sleep, and some,
If only a few, would wish never to awaken again.
I wished to sleep on and on, But here I am, And here you aren’t.
     - H.H. (2023)
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chokrihizem · 1 year
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Do you ever start telling your parents a funny story, but then you remember what happened was illegal.
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giommarresi · 1 year
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Talking about your fears is having the courage to look within and accept that you can be fragile. The creation of these illustrations was born as a result of a path carried out with a forum of psychologists who worked with involving young people from different countries.
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starlightserotoninnn · 2 months
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scrolling through my old reposts and seeing how this used to be a fan blog for a band I was obsessed with. "all the music you loved at 16 you'll grow out of" is hitting extra hard this day
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krakencatcursive · 3 months
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Counter productive thoughts, Cloud my mind. Like the over-cast view that dulls the sky. I’m not going to say it can’t get worse because I know it can. I’m not going to make stupid resolutions, Life is unpredictable and I don’t need the residual fail, I know I’d be better off with a plan. Something achievable, set targets and aim for them. But most important try to bring back my glow. I…
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moveleftslightly · 4 months
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Me and my shadow, September 2018.
The Autumn is here. Making the most of any late evening sunshine in the garden with the boy.
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lime-lover-forever · 4 months
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serial--sinner · 10 months
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childhood // growing up
"Yesterday someone asked me
If I miss my childhood
The simple answer is no
I was forced to grow up too fast
Too young
Too suddenly
The reality is
I can't remember what it's like
Being a child
And maybe it's for the better."
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enceladussx · 4 months
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beginning of an ending
how have i managed to find myself here. some parts of my position i could have predicted but a lot of the rest was all completely unexpected; invisible potholes in my walk of life. i keep slipping. i dont know if this is literally the ultimate test or i have bad luck or perhaps i did this all to myself. i cannot tell. it is probably a mix of all of them. i keep feeling these changes in my soul, body and person and currently, i feel relatively peaceful but in a comforting sad kind of way. i dont feel the disgust in myself that i felt before or the shame, but more so the grief of a type of me dying. an ego death perhaps. i do want to go back to normal though and maybe appreciated more what i had then. as right now, i dont have those things and all that love i experienced, i want back, i dont know if its for the right reasons; all i can say is i want it now. i feel like there is a hole in my being. but like a big, empty, beckoning hole longing and calling to be filled. i dont know if my great desire to go abroad again will fill it or being able to paint my love onto him again will fix it. i just want to go back to myself. but 'myself' is so far from my present that i think i am just a different person now and sooner or later i am going to have to accept that. i think all of life's 'cushions' that once surrounded me have simply perished and i feel extremely exposed and vulnerable, bare and naked. i want to feel warm and normal again. i dont regret anything i have done nor do i wish i could change anything but equally i wish i could have seen where it went if i took the other path. but i do think that all of these events were necessary and inevitable. 'part of the plot' you could say.
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peeaaches · 11 months
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I am twelve years old
In another universe I am twelve years old and my pain was never there.
I am twelve years old and I don’t care. I do not prod and tear my body apart. I eat with joy and carelessness because it fuels and nourishes me. 
I am twelve years old and my body is not marked. My skin is smooth without cuts or bruises. Only the weathering from my adolescence rather than my sadness.
I am twelve years old and I am surrounded by love. Nobody left and I am not alone. 
I am twelve years old and I don’t shut the world out. I do not silently cry behind my door. And I do not wipe away the blood and starve myself because I am only twelve years old and nothing bad has happened to me.
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