# Mothers

[verkomy]

quick 60s ineffable wives fanart

you can get a print here: inprnt!   

[celesse]

Love you, Mom 💐💖

[shirleyjacksonism]

"I come home - and I have a feeling of returning like a ghost to its haunt."

Katie Maria // Sharp Objects // Bonedog, Eva H.D // Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?, Jeanette Winterson // The Early Journals , Virginia Woof

[sovietpostcards]

Transferring vinyl to tape. Tomsk, Russia, 1980.

[incognitopolls]

If your mother has passed away, answer based on how your relationship was when she was alive.

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[lucidloving]

In the Blood— John Mayer // @lucidloving // @chaosinline on Instagram // Édouard Levé, Suicide // @futngina // @lucidloving

[angoragoats]

Stay still I’m plucking your hairy ears

[dozydawn]

“Chess with Mom.”

[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.

[lovechristianity]

Reminds me of my Mother ❤️

[lunchboxpoems]

LUCILLE CLIFTON (again and again and again ♥️)

[vizrecon]

In 1981, Marianne Bachmeier shot the murderer of her 7-year-old daughter. Klaus Grabowski, a 35-year-old butcher who had already sexually assaulted 2 girls previously.

Bachmeier pulled out a Beretta during his trial nd emptied 7 bullets into Grabowski's body, killing him instantly.

Marianne was sentenced for murder to 6 years in prison, of which she served 3 and was released for good behavior

[celesse]

Hang in there, babies 💐🐁🐁🐁

Available as a greeting card & print in my shop 💖

[unspokengrief]

You’d love me if I was gentle, right? If I wasn’t so bitter at my mother. If I wasn’t so loud, so blunt, so damaged from my past. You’d love me if I was smaller, right?

My whole life I have been trying to make myself smaller. To live a life without an echo, without a shadow. I keep my curtains closed, my head down and use my inside voice just like I’m told.

I am just a girl, occupying the space I was given when I was 5, too afraid to ask for more.

I am confined to the smallest room, in a large, empty house. I know what I am and what I could’ve been. While they are discovering the ocean, I am still trying to unlock the door. And if all that lies on the other side of the door is settled dust, please find me a comfortable place to rest. I promise I will never ask for more.

I have seen what emptiness has done to my mother and the door never unlocks. The wound never closes.

— Hannah Green, ‘As The Dust Settles’.

[sovietpostcards]

"Uppy" by Vera Nazina (1961)