Aneta

Questions sans réponse. I don't promise you answers.

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Blindfolds.

Did she put it on herself? Or did she believe she was born with it?

Maybe she's not escaping reality, maybe the fantasy is just...pleasurable. Being seen, desired, chosen, connected. Even if she invented it.

It hurts, but loneliness hurts more, leaving her with her own thoughts to deal with.

Does she need comfort? Tenderness? Or does she need the voices to go quiet.

What happens when there is no one to imagine?

No look across the street to turn into a story.

No stranger's smile to wonder about.

No possibility to hold onto.

Would she still want love?

Or was she only afraid of being alone.

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Anormale: Who decided.

Do we call something abnormal because it's wrong, or because we've never seen it before?

If a bird and a fish fell in love, everyone would ask, "Where will they live?" even though it's no one's problem.

Does the bird have to drown? Does the fish have to suffocate? What if they found an island, where the bird could stand while the fish remained in the water? Would it still be abnormal?

What if the bird and the fish were the only two creatures on Earth... would anyone call them abnormal?

Perhaps "normal" is whatever gets more votes.

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Pleasure: On the Edge of Pain.

Peace is beautiful, until it becomes so familiar that we rename it: boredom.

Suffering makes us believe that we deserve the reward. We keep complaining about needing peace or true happiness until we finally get it. It becomes undesirable. The lack of intensity kills it.

We don't really want the flower, we need the thorns to convince us that we do deserve the petals.

Perhaps pleasure was never on the other side of pain. We just placed it there ourselves.

And maybe that's why we keep choosing familiar hells over unfamiliar heavens.

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Good girl 101

Nobody tells little girls to become good women. They're simply taught how not to become difficult ones.

Don't be loud

Don't disappoint 'em

Be kind

Put yourself in their shoes

Be quiet

Be... Don't be.

To sacrifice, anything. Her voice, her needs, her place, even the bigger piece of chicken.

Nobody remembers the lessons. They only remember the result.

A good girl.

I wonder if she remembers herself.

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Daddy, please?

When did he stop being papa and become... silence?

"No" hurts, but silence hurts more. It leaves you wondering whether there was ever a question to answer. Whether he cared enough to stop and answer her.

She becomes embarrassed of asking, of seeking his approval, of being.

And then, they call her the bad daughter. The ungrateful one.

Did you really try, father? Was i ever enough for you... Or was I just a difficult creature who needs to be put in her place.

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Handcuffs: Not Really My Choice.

Freedom is terrifying. Maybe that's why we ask for handcuffs and call them love, routine, a stable life, religion, a dream, or even motherhood.

We don't hate cages, we just argue about which one is more beautiful to live in.

So, are we choosing or just pretending we are?

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Humans are strange things. This house was built for them.