- Daphne Du Maurier | Rebecca

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Quoth the raven,

brushie brushie.

I think I finally understand why Love flew away. Maybe Love wanted to confidently fly into that rough sky with its own two wings? In some way, like me in this moment…and like you.

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Daughters really do share deep rooted emotional trauma with/inherit deep rooted emotional trauma from their mothers and I know it’s true bc whenever I try to approach a sensitive topic with my mom, no matter how calm and civil and patient I intend to be no matter how much I’ve practiced what I want to say no matter how OK I was even a moment before, I always involuntarily burst into desperate, angry hysterics the moment I open my mouth. As though it’s coming from a place buried so far within me I cannot even register its existence until it has overtaken me. And I know I’m not alone on this either. There is so much we internalize from our mothers that we never learn to contend with. That we never even learn to recognize

Every woman is essentially a Russian Nesting Doll of trauma. There’s my pain, then open me up and neatly nested inside is my mother and her pain, crack her open and there’s her mother, and then

m o r n i n g v i b e s 🌼

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Girls who come back from winter break with a new hair cut and looking butch as fuck have my love and respect and also my body if they want.

Este año tengo ganas de divertirme, de hacer amigos.

If you're a writer, i'm cheering you on! Go make the shiney words!

Sometimes, the best long projects are the projects you don’t see coming.

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Richard Siken, Self-Portrait Against Red Wallpaper

i want to live in my tumblr

Me @ writeblrs

Margaret Atwood, from Power Politics

I Walked By

I walked by

It was her

Eye to eye

We recognized

A lifetime

Already spent

I stayed, still

We spend another

Together