I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.
Chris Cleave

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I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.
Chris Cleave
A siren, a female being made of liquid stars and all the unnecessary wars. A beauty that is overpowered by rejection an overdose of a vitamin…
Well, I’m begged for redemption only i lure to self destruction.
I sing about broken promises that lasts a lifetime and fears that grow as you do... grow viscously, and as big as the void an emotionally absent parent can leave behind in you.
I’m one year closer to my mid twenties It took me a life time to realize It’s not love that I’ve been starved from
It’s the comfort of feeling seen, without dressing myself up with all the glamorous words that I weighed myself down with since i was a child
forced to communicate; only to please. Now I sing, and it’s out of tune but I seduce and I ruin.
I was loved growing up, i felt so even when no one ever gave me a definition to what love really means.
Maybe they didn’t even know it was missing.
I felt indestructible so I kept stripping my love from misconceptions; only to be left with suffering
Now I know better. It’s either leaving or being left and both in a way are synonyms of love.
the residual of that love is almost nonexistent among the memories that resemble a never ending internal bleeding.
That being said, tragedies stands out more and i use them like bookmarks to my memories.
So i love; and i leave.
I cut into myself with my own teeth dissecting the pieces with my tongue knowing very well how much it will hurt me to taste something that i don’t recognize…
I spend most of my hours dwelling on all the parts of me that make me a duplication of my mother
hypocritically i pack them in the carry on bag that’s always open on my bedroom floor
So ready to leave; just like my father. he emptied more of me in his bags every weekend for business trips
Carving unintentional hollows and leaving them for my mother to fill.
I thought he was the one sacrificing himself, until I noticed that alot of my missing pieces are still under his bed.
Mama doesn’t like it when I point out where my father went wrong she loves him too much, and i .. i reflect that love; by leaving
I know they did their best molding me into a human that knows how to survive, but that’s all I know now.
I don’t understand affection, nor how to accept it in my body.
Not even when I crave it; i suspect it’s because I’m too full of myself and if I feel this way… why would I expect anyone to carve themselves out to fit me in ?
Anyway, I don’t know how to ask women for acceptance and men can’t stand me cause I don’t flatter them
Love sounds like a curse to me.
What if I loved for all the wrong reasons?
my body understands the mechanisms to create another life from love, but i don’t.
I fear that the taste of motherhood will resemble that of a defense mechanism.
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•Quotes: Alexander Pushkin/George Eliot/ Leo Tolstoy/ Chris Cleave/Clarice Lispector/ Anne Carson/ Kiki Nicole/ Richard Siken/ Lidia Yuknavitch/ Sylvia Plath/ Franz Kafka
•Original context: Sinligh
•Art reference:
1. A young beauty reclining on a bed By Enjolras Delphin. 2. Details of John William Godward's: Eurypyle (1921) 3. Details of John William Godward's: Eurypyle(1921) 4. Painting by Roberto Ferri (details). 5. The Table (1971-80) Antonio Lopez Garcia. 6. Painting by Alex Venezia. 7. Narzissin by Josef Fischnaller. 8. Painting by Valeria Duca. 9. Painting by Ricky Mujica.
My love, can you drop some book recs? I’m in desperate need for new books even though I have 537464 unread ones in my bookshelf 🙃
Ooooooh!! I’m sorry to be slow on this but I have Been Pondering what to include here and I am definitely going to hit publish and realise I forgot something important so keep an eye out for edits 😂
So without knowing your taste, I’m going to try and give a range of stuff I like and hopefully something with vibe with you…
♡ The Night Circus - Erin Morgenstern
This magical story is one of my ALL TIME fav books. I want to live in it. I want to visit the circus and be part of their following. And if they ever make a movie of it I will be ON EDGE waiting for them to make a mess of it 🙈 Her new book, The Starless Sea is also great.
♡ The Book Thief - Markus Zuzak
You probably already know this one (there’s a film) but it’s beautiful and heartbreaking and I adore it. Markus’s other work is really worth reading too.
♡ Persuasion - Jane Austen
Again, not new but a lesser hyped Austen book. One of my absolute favs and regular comfort read.
♡ The Silence of the Girls - Pat Barker
I fell in love with Pat’s books when I was at school - she wrote an amazing book about WW1 poets, Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon called Regeneration that I also highly recommend. But this one is the first in a series about the women of Troy. It tells the story of the fall of Troy from the perspective of the women, whose voices are often overlooked if they feature at all. It’s INSANELY good and the follow up, The Women of Troy, is just as compelling.
♡ The Thursday Murder Club - Richard Osman
concept playlist vii
playlists based on book quotes
“...his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered.”- tim o'brien, the things they carried
“the true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.” - michael chabon, the amazing adventures of kavalier & clay
"and i ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. that is what the scar makers want us to think. but you and i, we must make an agreement to defy them. we must see all scars as beauty. okay? this will be our secret. because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. a scar means, i survived.” - chris cleave, little bee
“what is the soul? what color is it? i suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while i was dreaming and fail to return. i did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.” - patti smith, just kids
concept playlists i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi
Photography by HomeBass
I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.
~Chris Cleave
A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means I survived.
Chris Cleave
Tutte le cose che reputiamo eccezionali sono semplicemente prese in prestito dalla normalità, e a un certo punto dobbiamo restituirle senza preavviso
“I coraggiosi saranno perdonati”, C.Cleave
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