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I see it now; how we tend to hold pain so close, as if it is all we’re made of.
— Bianca Stone, from “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails,” published in Poetry
just because I spend some time doing nothing doesn’t mean I’m relaxing. I have not once relaxed
i really, really love the moon
Every body is different and has different needs at different times.
You don’t have to wait for someone else to say they are hungry before you allow yourself to eat. You don’t have to look at the next persons plate to decide how much you can or cannot eat, or what you should be eating. Because everyone is different. You need to eat for you.
There is no shame in feeling hunger, there is no shame in needing food. Just eat. I promise you it will be okay.
- Therapy thoughts // I cried because I was the only one who was hungry and I didn’t want to eat
…….. now all the colors are exploding in my mind
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there is no final version of yourself. we never stop growing or changing, nor should we. stop beating yourself up for not being ‘there’ yet.
Sylvia Plath was right
About what?
“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”
I know women who were teenagers during WW2 who talked about the immense freedom they had as teen girls. They could sleep on the beach at night. They’d walk home alone after a party. From the way they talk about it, you’d think there wasn’t a war going on or that some of those nights were interrupted by air raid sirens.
How was this possible? Easy - just conscript every able-bodied man between the ages of 15 and 60 and put them in military compounds that they aren’t allowed to leave. Remember this the next time a woman muses about having curfews for men so women can walk alone and night, and everyone scoffs at how that wouldn’t solve anything, somehow.
hi, there is no correlation between your weight & your worth
The Cabulco volcano in southern Chile erupted on Wednesday spewing a huge cloud of ash into the sky.
i’ve lost my youth and young adult life to mental illness and those are years i’ll never fucking get back and it’s not poetic it’s fucking devastating
Christina Penland