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this blog is not a well-curated museum. itâs my bedroom & iâm putting things on my shelf & taping things on the wall
If you canât reach me itâs cause Iâm browsing on poetry foundation.org
may whatever this year was never find me again
Kronos is about to realize every single player on his chess board is obsessed with Annabeth Chase.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness
what the heck is a sissypuss
Iâm in my bedroom, trying to force myself to fall asleep, submerged by thoughts swirling around in my head. I silently curse at myself as I hear my mother stomping in the kitchen, slamming every cabinet door she closes, huffing and puffing while mumbling under her breath, something about how âNo one does anything in this house,â and Iâm left to whisper âIâm sorry,â repeatedly. I know she wonât hear it; I barely do, myself. However my apologies arenât for her to hear, necessarily. I think theyâre more for myself, in the future, as a mother of my own, succumbed to the responsibility of the mistakes made by the others living there, to which Iâve been implicitly bestowed upon to tend to. And why should she or I be put under that restraint? Perhaps Iâm not apologizing to her, but to my future daughter who will be lying awake at night, writing this same poem here, silently wondering if she is the cause of her mothers anguish, engulfed by guilt, and dreaming of a better fate for her own daughter, as the cycle repeats itself and the stars slowly fall, in view of another day.
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20 février 2024
âthe feministâs first adversary is also her first love: her father.â
âOften father and daughter look down on mother (woman) together. They exchange meaningful glances when she misses a point. They agree that she is not bright as they are, cannot reason as they do. This collusion does not save the daughter from the mother's fate.â - bonnie burstow
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Hole Theory, Thomasin Frances (15/10/2022)
this essay shit is so easy
LIVING THROUGH MEMORIES.
thomas campbell // suzanne collins, gregor and the code of claw // czesĆaw miĆosz, the issa valley // vladimir nabokov // antonio porchia // l.m. montgomery, the story girl
my main goal in life is genuinely just to have a good day
five year plan? have a good day. plans this weekend? have a good day. why iâm doing what iâm doing? bc i wanna have a good day. it is all about having a good day. nothingâs as precious as the present moment. neither the past nor the future. therefore i will make sure to spend it having a good day
actually u r so young and have so much to live for and experience and that lil voice in your head saying ur behind in life is a liar !!! there is no âbehindâ as life is a continuous journey. how can u be behind in something that is so magical?
nothing like stepping outside while the seasons are changing and suddenly feeling a change in the weather that knocks you back in time by several years