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the relationship between a person and the native flora and fauna of where they grew up is something that can actually be so personal
“are you hungry?” is one of the most honest question you may ask someone, but it’s also one of the most private (intimate) one, a question that nothing can cover its nakedness. and saying “yes,” as an answer is like showing your wound – a gap inside you that needs to be filled – to an other.
Our mothers do to us what their mothers did to them and what the mothers of their mothers did to them until one of us stands up and refuses to take it anymore but it isn’t a gesture of self-emancipation or a strengthening of personhood; it is simply an anguished strike against the cycle, the nature of affairs, the ever persistent convention that went on at the expense of the tender hearts of little girls who, like their brothers, deserved to sleep well and dream colorful but would only dream of an escape. Some wounded themselves, other shut down, even more gave up but there is always one child - ferocious of heart and robust of soul - who sees circumstance as chance and chance as a window out of a dark room. And to be that child is agony long before it is freedom.
Happy mother's day here's an article about growing up with maternal abuse and unlearning inherited pain 🙂
“I can’t exist in a way that comforts you.”
— Claire C. Holland, from “Jess: Black Christmas (1974),” I Am Not Your Final Girl (via lifeinpoetry)
please follow me - jean baudrillard
when rina sawayama said the pain in my vein is hereditary or when warsan shire yes, i’m insecure, but so was my mother and her mother or when gillian flynn said a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort or when hayley williams said nothing cuts like a mother or when mitski said mom, would you wash my back this once or when sabrina benaim said no mom, i am afraid of living / mom, i am lonely
“Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.”
— Linda Hogan, from ‘Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World’ (via jardindefruits)
La historia d'una filla, una mare, i una avia
“It’s difficult to live near the sea. It overwhelms. Well, not true. It owns. Your small life is nothing to it.”
— from A Map to The Door of No Return by Dionne Brand
(canviar les lletres perque no siguin a m o r, per tal que amor sigui un silenci)
You may think you know yourself, but there’s always the question, “Who is this self you know?” – Michael Lipsey