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https://www.scribd.com/document/153506933/Bauman-1992-Survival-as-a-Social-Construct
Playing “horsey” in the 1920’s.
emotional abuse is when someone does something to hurt you, and when you express your feelings, that you’re upset, they turn it around to be something you did to hurt them and they force you to apologize for it, and your feelings, like always, are rendered invalid and silenced, forever damaging the ability to trust others with your feelings because they always are used against you.
this is important because so many people don’t know this
Yeah #yeah
I’ve been in a turmoil of thinking and feeling — I hate it here — It’s a lifeless bloodless sort of life to live — No one I can think of here seems to have anything but white blood — no red at all — Everything just seems awful around me — I seem to hate everyone. — It isn’t exactly hate — it’s more impatience with everybody and everything — I never felt so dumb in my life — it’s an effort to carry on the most inane sort of conversation — to even remark on the weather — and to laugh — Gosh — All living seems to be changed — It’s as though the sky will never be clear again.
Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933 (via violentwavesofemotion)
I dwell in possibility.
Emily Dickinson (via loveage-moondream)
The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant, Rainer Werner Fassbinder (1972)
Swans - Feel Happiness
Shhhhhhhh.. I’m truly sorry For what I never did But I forgive you, too For your indifference You’re a lonely child Laid open to the world And when I looked in your eyes I saw myself there, too So please forgive me now For what we never had And though it’s useless to say I wish you happiness I wish you happiness I wish you happiness Happiness.. [x10]
the problem is that men are raised to overlook the pain they cause and women are raised to quietly bear the pain they feel. men will never understand the burdens women carry solely for their ego and well being. men will never truly suffer the way women suffer.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed, And sung me moon-struck, Kissed me quite insane.
Sylvia Plath (via nymphanysiad)
sometimes i forget how many times i’ve picked myself off the floor, how many times i’ve washed away smudgy makeup and put myself to bed. how many times i’ve said no to something unhealthy. said yes to something good. how many times i’ve treated myself with kindness and patience. i forget how many times i’ve tended to wounds and made peace with my own anger. if i was taking care of a body that was not my own, i’d believe i was doing everything i could. so here’s to remembering that i’m doing the best i can.
Again. You are doing this again. Again, you are making me feel as if I could seduce you, love you, lose myself inside your fantastic “I” forever. Again, this desperate aliveness, alertness. And you. Not “you and me” – merelyyou; this is all you. You are making this happen: you are excelling at this. You are causing this and you are owning this. Volcanic you are – you. Fuck you for that. Thank you for that.
Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin featured in A Literate Passion: Letters Of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller (1932 - 1953)