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i feel myself in the tides

rocked both ways across murky waters.

too tired to fight it

too proud to wear it.

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I know that i’ll return to that pain,

to swallow the grief of the woman I'll never be again.

I know that I’ll return to that meadow,

and sit once again in my mess,

That moment I will always borrow.

I know I'll see your face in that valley,

and i’ll wish you better,

a guilt you and I will swallow forever.

-d.m

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what they don’t tell u about being selectively mute as a child is that you will spend a good portion of your life fighting within you whether to return to that again knowing it was dark and scary but at least you could disconnect yourself from the world and shut off

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Women are always asked to prove things happened but men are never asked to prove they did not.

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Lismore Flood,

‘17.

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John William Waterhouse, The Lady of Shalott Looking at Lancelot

Preliminary drawing, Tullie House

Oil Sketch, Falmouth Art Gallery

Finished painting (1894), Leeds Art Gallery

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Engraved Zippo lighters from the Vietnam War.

~ Cowan’s Auctions

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going on a girls trip! (me and my earphones to the supermarket)

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in an uncomfortably, incongruently posh bar,

amidst a comfortably desolate town,

i’d never felt more balanced.

like it’s own fresh purgatory,

birthed solely for parting individuals who,

in better times of their lives,

could very well be lovers.

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A new age falls upon me every Jacaranda spring.

I bloom purple, perennially.

I, a garden of growth.

I fold and fall in winter,

through the head of a tough thinker

preparing only for my new age,

a new page for my heart to prosper and my head to wander,

in my Jacaranda spring .

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why are men so kind when they want something you will not give?

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i imitated an 80’s film shoot a while back and i made it to reflect some kind of niche that i’m going to try to explain but may fail.

in march 2020 i was sexually assaulted by a driving instructor. gross fact number one. he was also most likely in his 70’s. that’s gross fact number 2.

in my spiral of self destruction and painful thinking through out this time, i reflected on the way young women in vintage subcultures are consistently sexualised by older men in their weird depressing attempt to relive their younger, formative years. i feel like other women within these subcultures are often plagued by the classic

“my girlfriend in the 80’s looked just like you!”

or “GOD, i wish you were around when i was a youngster back in the 70’s

or something painfully cringe of that description.

and as vintage subcultures live on and prosper, i want you all to know that your self expression can be innocent , playful and modest. and the sexualisation of your interests and style is something you should be able to choose, without the fear of mangey old men making you feel like those bell bottoms and that halter top is worth abusing.

now i understand these two images don’t exactly ‘say’ this, but it was what i felt and thought when making them. i hope that’s enough.

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bringing this to the header of my blog