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lovely-abeille · 10 months

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glass, irony and good, anne carson // margaret atwood // enough, suzanne buffam // linnea paskow // in conversation: kathleen turner, david marchese // haunted womanhood, heather havrilesky // where to begin, sue zhao // the stream of life, clarice lisepector

#web weaving #web weave #parallels #fragments #poetry fragments #female rage #on rage #on anger #rage #anger #grief #grief poetry #poetry #poem #dark acadamia quotes #on female rage #anne carson #margaret atwood

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sinligh · 1 year

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A siren, a female being made of liquid stars and all the unnecessary wars. A beauty that is overpowered by rejection an overdose of a vitamin…

Well, I’m begged for redemption only i lure to self destruction.

I sing about broken promises that lasts a lifetime and fears that grow as you do... grow viscously, and as big as the void an emotionally absent parent can leave behind in you.

I’m one year closer to my mid twenties It took me a life time to realize It’s not love that I’ve been starved from

It’s the comfort of feeling seen, without dressing myself up with all the glamorous words that I weighed myself down with since i was a child

forced to communicate; only to please. Now I sing, and it’s out of tune but I seduce and I ruin.

I was loved growing up, i felt so even when no one ever gave me a definition to what love really means.

Maybe they didn’t even know it was missing.

I felt indestructible so I kept stripping my love from misconceptions; only to be left with suffering

Now I know better. It’s either leaving or being left and both in a way are synonyms of love.

the residual of that love is almost nonexistent among the memories that resemble a never ending internal bleeding.

That being said, tragedies stands out more and i use them like bookmarks to my memories.

So i love; and i leave.

I cut into myself with my own teeth dissecting the pieces with my tongue knowing very well how much it will hurt me to taste something that i don’t recognize…

I spend most of my hours dwelling on all the parts of me that make me a duplication of my mother

hypocritically i pack them in the carry on bag that’s always open on my bedroom floor

So ready to leave; just like my father. he emptied more of me in his bags every weekend for business trips

Carving unintentional hollows and leaving them for my mother to fill.

I thought he was the one sacrificing himself, until I noticed that alot of my missing pieces are still under his bed.

Mama doesn’t like it when I point out where my father went wrong she loves him too much, and i .. i reflect that love; by leaving

I know they did their best molding me into a human that knows how to survive, but that’s all I know now.

I don’t understand affection, nor how to accept it in my body.

Not even when I crave it; i suspect it’s because I’m too full of myself and if I feel this way… why would I expect anyone to carve themselves out to fit me in ?

Anyway, I don’t know how to ask women for acceptance and men can’t stand me cause I don’t flatter them

Love sounds like a curse to me.

What if I loved for all the wrong reasons?

my body understands the mechanisms to create another life from love, but i don’t.

I fear that the taste of motherhood will resemble that of a defense mechanism.

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•Quotes: Alexander Pushkin/George Eliot/ Leo Tolstoy/ Chris Cleave/Clarice Lispector/ Anne Carson/ Kiki Nicole/ Richard Siken/ Lidia Yuknavitch/ Sylvia Plath/ Franz Kafka

•Original context: Sinligh

•Art reference:

1. A young beauty reclining on a bed By Enjolras Delphin. 2. Details of John William Godward's: Eurypyle (1921) 3. Details of John William Godward's: Eurypyle(1921) 4. Painting by Roberto Ferri (details). 5. The Table (1971-80) Antonio Lopez Garcia. 6. Painting by Alex Venezia. 7. Narzissin by Josef Fischnaller. 8. Painting by Valeria Duca. 9. Painting by Ricky Mujica.

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ecoamerica · 23 days

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petrichor-moss-and-lightning · 10 months

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on maternal lines and inherited rage

Shivani Mittal via Instagram // Kiki Rockwell, “Burn Your Village” // @cursedsuggestion // @domestic-butch // @petrichor-moss-and-lightning, “autonomy in the age of greed” // Lidia Yuknavitch, “Letter to My Rage: An Evolution” // unknown

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hauntedbythenarrative · 2 years

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Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Circe invidiosa (1892), John William Waterhouse//Boyish, Japanese Breakfast//Medea, Euripides//Judith and Holofernes, Unknown Artist//Medea meditating on killing her children (1852)//Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers, Sady Doyle//Medea, Euripides//Circe offering the cup to Ulysses (1891), John William Waterhouse//Study for Lady Macbeth (1851), Gustave Moreau//John Singer Sargent (1889)

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toosharpteeth · 1 year

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“Same old energy”, Kiki Rockwell // “Family Tree”, Ethel Cain // “Venom”, Lil’ Simz.

#on feminine rage #on female rage #too sharp teeth #kiki rockwell #gnashing my teeth #lil simz #ethel cain #family tree #preachers daughter #female rage #feminine rage #hell hath no fury

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sofiart22 · 5 months

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Blessed be the Daughters of Cain.

Bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception

Prodigal Son s01ep20 (dir.Chris Fedak and Sam Sklaver)// Carrie The Musical (1988 Lawrence D. Cohen)// Prodigal Son s01ep20 (dir.Chris Fedak and Sam Sklaver)// Open (The Cure)

#cw: blood #prodigal son spoilers #prodigal son #prodigal son 2019 #web weaving #on female rage #ainsley whitly

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aphrodites-serenade · 10 months

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Female frustration

There is something so irritating about being born a woman. You are everything to a man and, at the same time, nothing at all. I can not take a step without worrying that my dad will hear me and that I should apologize for making noise. I can not step out of the house without worrying about what a man might say. Who told me to care about that? I want to bite my lips so that my blood might paint them. I want to rip my hair apart, to reach and drive out the man inside my head. No, give me a blade. I want to tear off everything that marks me as a woman. To destroy yourself is also a woman's fate. Oh, what fragile bodies we have. They're filled to the brim with rage. I'm angry, my mother is angry, my grandmother too was angry. We're all unable to escape this frustration that has built up over the centuries. And this rage, too, has been in check. How much more can this body take?

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marthammasters · 1 year

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[…] For in other ways a woman

Is full of fear, defenseless, dreads the sight of cold

Steel, but, when once she is wronged in the matter of love,

No other soul can hold so many thoughts of blood.

— Euripides, Medea (transl. Rex Warner)

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mooniluvyou · 3 months

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me fr

cred: kendollisms on insta

#girlblogger #just girly things #divine feminine #this is what makes us girls #femcel #coquette #girlblogging #this is a girlblog #female rage #just girly posts

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izzy444angel · 11 months

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this is me all day

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dlwrish · 6 months

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mentally a living corpse

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lovely-abeille · 10 months

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sinligh · 11 months

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I woke up hyperaware of every inch of my body. A bone must be missing, a tooth or two my hair feels like an extension of the pillow that i hide my dreams underneath

And my head is too heavy with the weight of everything I said i will think about later…

Childhood, adolescence, adulthood

It all overlaps sometimes, and I worry that my childhood is all I’m going to grow up to live and relive.

I worry that it’s a punishment,

Like Prometheus; that I’ll spend my nights picking at it trying to cleanse myself from all that a young version of me wasn’t strong enough to process

only to wake up and realize I’m carrying it between my ribs again.

To be pregnant with another girl that will relive my life like I’m reliving my mothers.

I’m overthinking again

Stages of life like gates to the many graveyard’s that I have built inside me.

A sanctuary

A place of residence to all the feelings i had no time to over analyze.

I digged my phone from underneath the pillow, something must be said..

A phantom of the words that are trying to escape is at hands reach..

An Aura. A migraine.

Its 04:51 am. The sun didn’t rise yet, why am I awake again?

Thoughts are fighting each other for a way out, like a newborn waiting to be called by a name, any would be fine; as long as it gets acknowledgment.

On my way to the bathroom, i stumbled upon keywords

Some that I believe i missed the night before..

When anxiety was eating another pathway for itself. A way out, out of my brain

Necrosis.

I spent the past couple of months studying all that can go wrong in a woman’s body.

Starting from puberty highlighting child bearing period and ending with menopause.

It’s all prewritten

And I get mad with rage because improvisations are treated like a sin that can never be forgiven.

I watched women bleeding incomplete lives from between their legs, that without shedding a tear.

We’re used to that, aren’t we ?

Bleeding.

And incomplete lives.

Distant dreams of motherhood bleeding classic tragedies into an ink jar

to be hand written as another passage in the wrenching history of all the fabricated religious books that swore by women.

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•Quotes: Blythe Baird/ Paul Guest/Molly McCully Brown/ Uma Thurman/ Sylvia Plath/ Joel Coen/ Emily Rose Cole

•Original context: Sinligh

•Art reference:

1.painting by Domenico Induno. 2. Painting by Henry Asencio. 3.painting by graham dean. 4. Art by Patricia Cronin. 5. Art by Amelie, Maison d'art. 6. Spirit Body Consciousness by Byron Tik. 7. Painting by Francesca Strino 8. Charles-August Mengin (detail)

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petrichor-moss-and-lightning · 1 year

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Mitski, “Brand New City” / Nessa Barrett, “dying on the inside” / Lilith Kerr (me), “autonomy in the age of greed”.

#female rage #on female rage #feminine rage #intersectional feminism #feminism #male gaze #female gaze #word webbing #web weaving #poetry webbing #poetry web weaving #nessa barrett #paris paloma labour #mitski #brand new city #performative beauty #fuck the patriarchy and fuck colonialism which helped craft these bullshit eurocentric beauty standards #ethel cain

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hauntedbythenarrative · 1 year

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Ask Polly: What does love feel like//A Lot To Be Mad About, Kiki Nicole//Home Is Not a Country; “haitham”, Safia Elhillo//The Chronology of Water, Lidia Yuknavitch//Vesuvius, Amber Sparks

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roseforviolet · 20 days

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