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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

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on girlhood

the great gatsby (2013)// reviving ophelia, mary pipher// a woman's beauty, susan sontag//-//@seravph // girlhood, stevie edwards// ? // the muse's revenge, ilya milstein// medea, euripides// drop-kick aria, sally wen mao// mad woman, taylor swift

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will you still love me if it turns out i’m insane?

unknown // elana dykewomon notes for a magazine, sinister wisdom #36 // boygenius we’re in love, the record // unknown // kanika lawton Girl as Burning, wildfire heart // fromshivi on Instagram // alexandra levasseur dancer II // boygenius me & my dog

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Home, Warsan Shire//Doll’s House of Petronella Oortman, Jacob Appel

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“I think I would like to call myself “the girl who wanted to be God.”

Sylvia Plath, Letters Home / Ethel Cain, Sun Bleached Flies / Kristin Chang / Simone de Beauvoir, Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter / Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides / Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath / Florence and the Machine, King / Jenny Hval, Girls Against God / Florence and the Machine, Girls Against God

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— Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959.

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Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World

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— Mary Oliver, The Pond

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“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.”

— Albert Camus, “Notebooks 1942-1951”

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“girls like us are barbed wire, who’ve learned to tease without puncturing, pretending fire doesn’t burn calluses scaling the wick with our small hands”

— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; “You Can’t Save Your Family”

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holy shit

I am brave in ways my mother could never be. And so was my mother, in ways hers couldn't be. They give birth to their freedom and pain instead of children. I think she looks at me and sees herself. Her pain is doused like electricity on a live wire. She asks for more morsels during dinner and to satiate her I cut myself into tiny pieces and give them to her. So that she can call me her daughter again without her jaws beginning to hurt. The same way I call her mine each day and taste copper on my tongue.

— when mothers and daughters are reflections of each other, S.R.

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Wait, le docteur et le mec dans la Peste.... alors je l'ai lu une fois il y a tres longtemps, mais il y a pas une scene ou ils ont l'impression que le monde va mourir, et ils vont sur la plage de nuit,, ils se mettent a poil, ils nagent, puis ils rentrent chez eux et le tout ensilence complet ???

EXACTEMENT!!! CETTE SCENE ME REND FOU !!! et elle arrive juste après que Tarrou dévoile sa backstory tragique au Docteur , qui ne commente pas, ne juge pas, et lui propose juste d'aller nager et d'oublier la peste pour la soirée LIKE OKAY !!! HOMOSEXUAL BEHAVIOUR!!

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I’m sorry. But weariness is a kind of madness. And there are times when the only feeling I have is one of mad revolt.

Albert Camus, The Plague (trans. Justin O’Brien)

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mothers and daughters as wretched mirrors

“elektra” sophocles // @honeytuesday // “eight bites” carmen maria machado // mirrors @zenetta // lucy dacus // @ijaazat // @ell-hs

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mothers and daughters as wretched mirrors

“elektra” sophocles // @honeytuesday // “eight bites” carmen maria machado // mirrors @zenetta // lucy dacus // @ijaazat // @ell-hs