“This is September, Mother, and here is sorrow bringing me its wrapped gifts”
— Nizar Qabbani, from ‘Five Letters to My Mother’
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“This is September, Mother, and here is sorrow bringing me its wrapped gifts”
— Nizar Qabbani, from ‘Five Letters to My Mother’
a burning match with no smoke. a classmate with the same face as you, wearing your old clothes, wearing your mother’s maiden name.
you sit alone in your house because no one else can find it, you stare into the mirror for hours because there’s someone else behind it.
god ripped your teeth out, the devil gave you fangs.
Resting Lioness, Géza Vastagh (1866-1919)
You’re a mother, Ma. You’re also a monster. But so am I—which is why I can’t turn away from you.
Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
“Mother, I have pasts inside me I did not bury properly. Some nights, your daughter tears herself apart yet heals in the morning.”
— Questions for Ada, ‘Confessions’ by Ijeoma Umebinyuo
“You won’t fail me, will you?” - Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights
Mother and child (Lady Shannon and Kitty), 1900. by James Jebusa Shannon
“I love you deeply and distantly, waiting for time to lead me to your side.”
— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: “Offering, For You Mother,”
𝙏𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀 : 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎 .
𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎 - true romantic, loving the classics, pricked fingers, perfect makeup done to impress, bruises easily, beloved but unknown, soul as old as time, overused and under-appreciated.
𝘿𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙎 - clean linens, youthful naivety, family, wide open spaces, running barefoot, moving towards instead of away, trying to forget about death, sun blindness.
𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎 - standing tall, strong roots, a home to always return to, warm summer air, holding onto lost hope, belief in growth, painted overalls, split ends.
𝘽𝙇𝙐𝙀𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙎 - the end of spring, determination for the truth, cold and cautious, moonlight on windowsills, the taste of ice, unnecessary shyness, quiet belief in the extraordinary, complicated morals.
𝘿𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙇𝙎 - mom friend, sweets, the smell of baking, riverbanks, leaving behind a toxic situation, being happy with your reflection, believing in luck, moving in a pack.
𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙀𝙎 - sour candies, unappreciated elegance, valour, crystals projecting rainbows on white walls, unintended organization, old royalty, refusal to bow, learning a new language for the fun of it.
𝙇𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎 - secret poison, perfect handwriting, crisp consonants, pressed and ironed sheets, open windows, infinite persistence, thick skin, colder hands.
𝙇𝙄𝙇𝘼𝘾 - fleeting and fair, strong but delicate, radiating good vibes, the beauty of falling apart, the joy in being scattered, soft fabrics, whirlwind romance, keeping the door open.
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Portrait of Sabina Seupham Spalding (detail). By Federico Madrazo, 1846
i found an old entomology textbook! it’s so pretty!
You wanted my tears, so I gave you my teeth.
“You’re being inhumane”
Well, I am inhuman
Late night prophecies leave my tongue tasting like copper and lead
I love to see how quick I can steal the light from your eyes.
Bleed for me. Blood sacrifices please both King’s and Gods.