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Sometimes the small pleasures hit different. A clean house, a hot drink, making something from scratch, sitting on the porch with a loved one. Little soul-feeding activities.

tanyushenka

Syria, 2017 @alsalam

leonardospoetry

WAVES

dark-romantics

The other day, lying in bed, I felt my heart beating for the first time in a long while. I realized how little I live in my body, how much in my mind.

Rodger Kamenetz, from Terra Infirma (University of Arkansas Press, 1985)

heavyrain-dc

“Promise me not to hide yourself when you’re in pain, it’s unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone”

— Unknown

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mjalti

i really am sick of this “immigrant parent = martyr” stereotype when in reality, a healthy portion of these immigrant parents take out their frustrations on the children they don’t even fully nurture most of the time yet expect them to do an adults job without any form of thanks, no offense. like most immigrant parents that i know push their children to the emotional brink while not allowing them access to any sort of mental health professional or even validating to the child that YES THIS IS A SHITTY SITUATION UR IN IM SORRY it’s always about the parents & about the parents pain and about the parents lives and about the parents drama. about about about about everyone … except for the child/children who are expected to give up everything even things they don’t actually have, for the parents “honor” the family’s “honor” the “honor” of the people back home & it’s like …… enough with the single narrative. it seems like immigrant parents work hard but immigrant children are like gaslighted & manipulated for literally all of their lives & guilt tripped into situations long past healthy expiration dates

#accurate