the house was on fire and I was busy pouring petrol
Daughter of Fire by Mehuli Goswami
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the house was on fire and I was busy pouring petrol
Daughter of Fire by Mehuli Goswami
Hate how cosmetic surgery is literally just inventing a problem and then making you pay exorbitant amounts of money to fix it
Like there’s nothing “wrong”, inherently, with your face or body. Asymmetry, larger/smaller features, small asses and flat hips. None of these things are flaws or defects that need to be fixed. They’re literally just natural ways for you to exist and you don’t need to find ways to neuter your own features in an attempt to fit in to a hyper idealised social media body, through make up or surgery or obsessive exercising. Like think about who this benefits bc it is definitely not you
*through gritted teeth* every day i choose to be kind *barely restraining myself from violence* i choose to have compassion *tamping down the vicious bloodlust inside me* i choose to care and to be kind and to love
I wanted my mother to listen to me and spare a few moments for her daughter. I wanted to tell her I loved her but didn’t like her at all; that I would always be the little girl she wanted but also the woman I was becoming; that I cried every time she cried and yet also wanted her to feel the pain I felt all the time now.
I wanted her to know the person I was becoming but never shared anything anymore.
I wanted her to cry and clutch me like she would when I was four.
I wanted her to listen and stroke my hair in silence.
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Pain demands to be felt. It screams and kicks at your sides till you look it in the eyes and gently stroke its head. It delves into you for comfort. Pain, simply is the absence of comfort.
All Too Human by Mehuli Goswami
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Pain demands to be felt. It screams and kicks at your sides till you look it in the eyes and gently stroke its head. It delves into you for comfort. Pain, simply is the absence of comfort.
All Too Human by Mehuli Goswami
maybe in some alternate universe i am cooler and saner and you like me
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i live in a bipolar household;
either the flames are curling
or it is filled with smoke...
- Daughter of Fire by Mehuli Goswami