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[tanya-nicole]

I won’t glorify or romanticize heartbreak. For me, it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living.

~ Warsan Shire

[vincekris]

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

You know, mother, I have always wanted to be a saint.

Mary Ruefle, from Heaven on Earth

[solnisshka]

[v-eck]

[lifeinpoetry]

“My body disgusted me, so I carved myself out of it.”

— Hannah Gamble, from “Leisure, Hannah, Does Not Agree with You (2),” Your Invitation to a Modest Breakfast

[attainablerecovery]

"Traumatized people chronically feel unsafe inside their bodies: The past is alive in the form of gnawing interior discomfort. Their bodies are constantly bombarded by visceral warning signs, and, in an attempt to control these processes, they often become expert at ignoring their gut feelings and in numbing awareness of what is played out inside. They learn to hide from their selves."

“The Body Keeps The Score” by Bessel van der Kolk

[journalinbloom-blog]

[krepiert]

Get me out of here

[lingly]

[weltenwellen]

Claudia Rankine, from “Some years there exists a wanting to escape… ”, Citizen

[dsxsbx]

[lifeinpoetry]

Hunted girls grow shells

& they call us hard women.

As if survival could ever be delicate.

— Brenna Twohy, from “I Guess I’ll Tell It Like This,” swallowtail

[worteschuetttlerin]

Kerstin Hensel — Bahnhof verstehen (Gedichte 1995 — 2000)

[effstonem-]

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

“Words, all words, scattered by the waves.”

— Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping

[recaption]

[ojibwa]