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zufluchts-worte · 4 months
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we made lemonade out of your sweet words and my bitter heart
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zufluchts-worte · 4 months
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The danger of loving you is time passes so quickly I fear, I never really did love you at all.
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zufluchts-worte · 6 months
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This winter felt more like late summer not ending just a lot darker but if there is no rest What will we awake to?
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zufluchts-worte · 6 months
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zufluchts-worte · 6 months
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I say to the earth be kind to my mother, now and later.
Louise Glück - The open grave
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zufluchts-worte · 6 months
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But how did it occurr that after 27 years still - my hands turned out empty? Was life seeping through me? or was it not meant to be held?
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zufluchts-worte · 6 months
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Reconciliation
Mother, I am proud to call you by your name again.
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zufluchts-worte · 7 months
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I know, I saw you in the morning But I missed you by the afternoon
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zufluchts-worte · 7 months
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To my father.
I'll remember you like most do their fathers. Absent and then not at all.
I wish I had memories of you (memories, other than violence) But you never made them.
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zufluchts-worte · 11 months
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There is         no over         : grief is         a wound         , then         it’s a scar
— Rosamond S. King, from All the Rage
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zufluchts-worte · 1 year
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how does she do it? break the world constantly and yet hold (onto) it?
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zufluchts-worte · 1 year
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I am an abandoned house with cracks in the walls & people fall through me
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zufluchts-worte · 1 year
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Wir alle tragen Koordinaten der Hölle in uns.
Die Nackten - Iva Procházková (via diewoelfe)
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zufluchts-worte · 1 year
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Du hast die Worte verbraucht auf meine Haut gehaucht und doch an sie gedacht — (Wir leben um uns zu lieben und sinken zurück in die Nacht)
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zufluchts-worte · 1 year
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I gazed into the ocean deep, blue unrelentig seawater
the tide tugging, tugging and I coming, coming
And said: ok I will let you swallow me whole
and then I remember: nothing.
Until the ebb uncovered my body again pale, lush all stained by you.
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zufluchts-worte · 1 year
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You ask the sea, what can you promise me and it speaks the truth; it says erasure.
Louise Glück, from “March” (via theclassicsreader)
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zufluchts-worte · 1 year
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An Apology
Mother, a few years back I killed the daughter I was (& bore myself again) now I wonder, will you take me back? Now, I am proud to call myself your daughter. Daughter of a woman suffering, of loss, of violence. Daughter of a woman loving, hoping, despite not knowing how. Daughter of a woman giving me the life she did not have. Daughter of a woman Daughter of a woman Daughter of a woman and no man.
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