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Heal forward, heal forward...
I’m learning so many things as a curious person. I’m learning more about how to be curious about how I think, and feel. I’ve always had pretty good control of my body. Remember when Leia said to Tarkin, “The more tightly you clasp your fingers, the more star systems will slip through your grasp.” (Did not look up the exact phrasing, so the quotations may be only for decoration.)
Time for this star system to shine.
What is my sun? I already know the planets. I’m their sun.
The moon is a sphere cut out of the earth. That’s why it draws the tides. It belonged to them. It belonged to her. It was from the place where she was wounded, but instead became a place of divinity. 
Heal forward.
The moon is a piece cut out of the earth. The space between her and the earth... it matters. The life drained, and she found out silver was her color. Secrets were kept, no matter how many men trampled on her. Or stuck flags in her. No matter the jealousy of some women. The ones who celebrated her journey were given the understanding of the moon. Secrets the world willingly gives out, but the moon helps wise women to understand. She’s beautiful. While she made not create her own light, she found a way to borrow a bit of the sun’s best rays to make her glow, and give even the darkest hearts a moment of… warmth.
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I married an opera singer
And had the best Italian wedding
Rural Iowa could host
We never bought the pictures
Though there’s this picture of my dress
Cascading down a bannister
With the backdrop of a stained glass
Rose window
So man beautiful ideas
So many painful lessons
It took me awhile to see where the stains were
Longer to know the stains weren’t my fault
I left him when I saw his letters to another woman
It wasn’t enough to leave
when he beat me
I was used to loved one’s touches hurting me
It wasn’t enough to leave
When every setback smelled of sour grapes
That later bloomed all over my skin
His eyes
So green
Went lime when drunk
Bloodshot, hateful eyes that looked through the house
Stomping and cursing as he looked for me
A pound of my flesh every time he got upset
Often I found the right hiding place to bunker the storm
Sometimes I didn’t and I bled
 He was an opera singer
Isn’t tragedy part
Of the trajectory?
 I escaped
He pissed himself in the street
And got arrested for it
And all the preacher’s horses
And all the evil queen’s men
Would never put the girl they wanted
In their own image
Back together again
 Cuz, bitch, now I got edges
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I’ve been wanting to do a thing like this for a while. Behold my amazing animu mongah skills there wow swoons
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I am so sick of dudes I have in my life telling me that I am “coming at them”, when I’m not even raising my voice. Literally not doing anything abusive, just saying how I feel without all the fucking niceties without the “don’t upset fragile ego” filter.
Like... if I come at you, I have enough trauma behind me that you’ll fucking freeze. You won’t be talking over me.
Jesus fuck, just listen to what I’m trying to fucking say without judging every semantic to deflect my words.
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AMAZING SPIDER-MAN (1999-2013) #502
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Catholic Church in Germany (jaclynkbrown)
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Grandma wanted a porcelain doll
Grandpa wanted a sex doll
My parents gave them me.
When I told them
They said
“Who’ll you accuse next
Your brothers?”
There it is, folks.
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Portrait de la jeune fille en feu | Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma. 
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I’m an orphan
But not one of those sexy ones
The ones with parents who are good people
Murdered by evil
Instead
That womb I inhabited
Is still rotting in Iowa
A place of fertility
That is smothered
By someone else’s trauma
Someone else’s betrayal of her trust
She didn’t want to face
So she punched me in the face
instead
Well, the face of my feelings
She always kept her hand wide
When she threw it at my cheek
A punch is honest
A slap is pain
Tinged with just enough humiliation
To make you always question
Did I deserve it?
Why do I deserve pain
For all of my feelings
My honesty comes from a good place
But it’s hurts you
And the beast inside you gets hungry
You fed me to it
Chained to the rock
Sacrificed to your own
Denial
I’m done
Fuck you
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Oh, wow.
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Ten Rules Of Community
1.Thou Shall Be Kind
2.Thou Shall Repeat Be Kind
3. Thou Shall Not Shame
4. Thou Shall Love Freely
5.Thou Shall Be Comfortable
6.Thou Shall Be Restful
7. Thou Shall Be Helpful
8. Thou Shall Be Curious
9. Thou Shall Be Playful
10.Thou Shall Treat All With Dignity
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Song To Myself
I am a child of the elements.
A child of the universe.
A child of stardust and beautiful storms.
I am a creature of earth.
A creature of magic and good intentions.
A creature of science.
Let me feel
and experience life
with the joys and sorrows
that will weave my golden thread
through a life I’ve lived well.
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Guardian Angel by Travis Limonious
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Cleansed my altar for spring, and added this hyacinth to remind me that Gaia is taking the first deep breaths of waking. https://www.instagram.com/p/CLaJm1Hnyrc/?igshid=uvesfwmggrck
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Is it my normal dose, or should I expect company?
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