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“Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home”
sorry im not giving into the cutting out sweet treats propaganda. life is hard enough
"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."
Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]
seeking, yearning, reaching hands
Lake Mungo (2008) dir. Joel Anderson
no more repeated cycles. it’s time to grow.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931
detachment is better than begging someone to act right
Freedom. Silence, the defence, the worry.
Control. Breathless, the roaming, the insanity.
Love. Obsession, the mourning, the reality.
Blurred lines.
I was blind.
Never again. Never again will I suffer silently, never again will I settle for less, never again will I think I’m anything if not a blessing. I am a goddess and will bow for no one, I will burn before I lower my guard, my needs and my heart, before I let my mind become so small, so scared.
Will anyone ever love me? Am I enough? What if I apologise? Am I being punished? Am I an awful human being? Am I really that bad? What am I doing wrong? How do I make it right? How do I prove that I’m worth more? How can I make them see I’m ready to roar?
I shall shed a tear.
Never again.
-ae
sometimes you just gotta lay on the floor
pretty sure i could romanticise anything, i am deeply delusional.
you should really get comfortable believing in love and magic and whimsy or you’ll continue to live a half-life for the rest of the time you have on earth
assume that things will go well. don't let people be rude to you. maintain good habits. do things that you don't feel like doing. you can always take a moment to think before acting. on the other hand, you don't have to think about everything. everyone doesn't have to agree but we can treat each other decently. small talk can be pleasant and is often nonjudgemental. find interesting recipes. take out the time for pleasure. if you're tired of fiction, you can read nonfiction and vice-versa. no one is better than another for being louder, looking a certain way, or having done certain things—we're all people. you don't have to react or 'win.' look up cleaning videos, if needed. make lists and use calendars. a lot of things are not personal. it helps to not try to actively read people and to, instead, just meet people where they are. you learn a lot about others just by being present for them and listening.