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wedarkacademia · 3 days
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I am not spiralling, I am just following a suspiciously curved path
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i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing
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stay close to everything that makes you feel alive
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wedarkacademia · 4 days
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listening to the same music i used to listen when i was 14-15 is something else i'm still her i'm nothing like her anymore she knew everything she knew nothing she was so right she was so wrong
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wedarkacademia · 4 days
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childhood was painful but at least my brain was underdeveloped enough to keep vibing back then. take me back
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wedarkacademia · 4 days
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From my pov, every woman's love language revolves around not needing to ask.
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it's so funny when it affects you long-term
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wedarkacademia · 7 days
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wedarkacademia · 13 days
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“broken english”
— when my mother struggles to spell a word in english I want to break the entire language into little pieces so the edges of these letters will stop cutting her – aysha via Diaspora Defiance
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wedarkacademia · 13 days
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“I had a room to myself as a kid, but my mother was always quick to point out that it wasn’t my room, it was her room and I was merely permitted to occupy it. Her point, of course, was that my parents had earned everything and I was merely borrowing the space, and while this is technically true I cannot help but marvel at the singular damage of this dark idea: That my existence as a child was a kind of debt and nothing, no matter how small, was mine. That no space was truly private; anything of mine could be forfeited at someone else’s whim.”  ― Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House
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wedarkacademia · 13 days
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“broken english”
— when my mother struggles to spell a word in english I want to break the entire language into little pieces so the edges of these letters will stop cutting her — aysha via Diaspora Defiance (via decolonizehistory)
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wedarkacademia · 13 days
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...My mother loves me and there is nothing more to say. I love my mother and there is nothing more to say. I pray and pray that I don't become her someday, and there is nothing more to say.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
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wedarkacademia · 13 days
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loving your mom is like
I love you and I hope I never lose you, please stop talking to me I can't handle it anymore, I don't know how to go on without your support, why won't you just listen to me for once?, oh god I miss you and how do people do it without their moms?, please l just want you to be proud of me, I want to stay at home and pretend I'm still five, you're giving me bone nausea every time you get silently pissed off I need to leave right NOW, I can't imagine when I won't need you in my life, just let me relax for two seconds, please mom, hold my hand and acknowledge my pain without feeling like it's your fault even if some of it is.
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wedarkacademia · 14 days
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full offence but I do NOT watch movies so I can "turn my brain off" I take this shit so seriously
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wedarkacademia · 14 days
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please could you be tender?
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wedarkacademia · 17 days
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wedarkacademia · 19 days
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“Pour water over each wound. What about the wound inside me, the wound I was born into? Where do I pour when I am the wound? I am what wounds me.”
— Sanna Wani, from “Princess Mononoke (1997)”, My Grief, the Sun
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