Twisted

a hierarchy of twisted needs or a twisted hierarchy of needs

"Shame is a demon that you should absolutely fight like it stole something from you. Because it has."
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"Shame is a demon that you should absolutely fight like it stole something from you. Because it has."
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"But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them."
Dave Eggers, What Is the What (via larmoyante)

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"unlike you, the ache will not leave."
feelings 9:38 p.m. // 3.18.24   (via bedsigh)

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"Females carry the marks, language and nuances of their culture more than the male. Anything that is desired or despised is always placed on the female body."
Wangechi Mutu (via aestheticintrovert)

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"'D’you know what happens when you hurt people?' Ammu said. 'When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.'"
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via aestheticintrovert)

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"When I first learn the shape of
my mother’s bone-thin hands,
I am four
and crumpled in the corner like origami.
She tells me to hit back,
women can’t be weak in this world like twisted knives.
She must teach me to hold my head high,
even with both eyes blackened.
This is living, she says,
I promise, I will never lie to you.
This is how I learn to use my fists before my words,
kick the boys rather than kiss them.
I was not taught to be gentle,
in my family of bleeding mouths and blinded eyes.
I was a warrior since age four, a memorial
to all the girls who never learned no,
mordant and messy.
My mother taught me that love is a game.
Leave it to the boys –
we’re here for a fight.
This is how I learn that we live to die."

Origami | d.a.s

NaPoWriMo day 12: knowledge

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"My voice is like a rumour. I’m not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true."
Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger (via atmosthetic)

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"The only regret I will have in dying is if it’s not for love."
Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

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"Oh well, what the hell, you obviously want to be alone, so I’ll leave you alone. Go ahead and think away to your heart’s content! But don’t get me wrong. I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You were so nice to me when I was having my problems, but now that you’re having yours, it seems there’s not a thing I can do for you. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside."
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via 5000letters)

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"The world moves for love; it kneels before it in awe."
The Village, 2004 (via alonesomes)

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how to live without your wings:
    do.

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peachbath:

Page from a tiny book in my house. This is my favorite one.

peachbath:

Page from a tiny book in my house. This is my favorite one.

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"Strange how we decorate pain."
Margaret Atwood

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