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“I once read in my physics book that the universe begs to be observed, that energy travels and transfers when people pay attention. Maybe that's what love really boils down to--having someone who cares enough to pay attention so that you're encouraged to travel and transfer, to make your potential energy spark into kinetic energy.”
― Jasmine Warga, My Heart and Other Black Holes
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girlhoodsgarden · 1 year
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richard siken keeps it so real on twitter
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girlhoodsgarden · 1 year
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women, are born with pain built in. it’s our physical destiny. period pains, sore boobs, childbirth, you know. we carry it, within ourselves, throughout our lives. men don’t. they have to seek it out. they invent all these gods and demons and things just so they can feel guilty about things, which is something we do very well on our own. and then they create wars, so that they can feel things and touch each other, and when there aren’t any wars they can play rugby, and we have it all going on in here! inside! we have pain on a cycle for years and years and years and then, just when you feel you are making peace with it all what happens? the menopause comes, the fucking menopause comes, and it is– the most, wonderful fucking thing in the world. and yes, your entire pelvic floor crumbles, and you get fucking hot and no one cares, but then, you’re free. no longer a slave, no longer a machine, with parts, you’re just a person.
phoebe waller bridge - fleabag
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girlhoodsgarden · 1 year
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Last night I woke to the devil on my chest, his dull weight pulling something invisible to him and out of me; his claws cut my lips, prying open my jaws so he could see inside me. I choke on my pleads and his wrist as his fingers tickle my ribs, as his talons shed through my insides; I’d never felt anything so intimate. He scoped through my body and knew it so well it scared me; how could he find hiding spots unbeknownst to its owner; how could he know my body this well without creating it; I am volatile; I may be evil. However, he left empty-handed and so angry…god, I am trying; I am good
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girlhoodsgarden · 1 year
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if i was an animal and i knew i was being observed and researched i would do something super fucked up. but only once. never again. ruin their lives. keep them guessing.
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girlhoodsgarden · 2 years
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[ID: 3 green leaves with text stamped on them. They say "It's so hot and the sky's so blue", "I want people to know me", "but it's so hard to tell them". ]
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girlhoodsgarden · 2 years
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— March 13, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries
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i am too in love with life, i don't want to die (i cannot fathom the absence of living)
arthoesunshine | sunlightafterdark | joseph cambell | mary oliver | amy krouse rosenthal | joseph brodsky | unknown | gregory orr | colette, tr by matthew ward | anaïs nin
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girlhoodsgarden · 2 years
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“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”
— C.S. Lewis (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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girlhoodsgarden · 2 years
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“This is the year you begin. Slip into the sweet mud. Get dirty. Stay dirty. There is nothing to forgive”
— Jeremy Radin, ‘Pipe Organ Owl Mansion’
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girlhoodsgarden · 2 years
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“Today is the winter solstice. The planet tilts just so to its star, lists and holds circling in a fixed tension between veering and longing, and spins helpless, exalted, in and out of that fleet blazing touch. […] I won’t see this year again, not again so innocent; and longing wrapped round my throat like a scarf.”
— Annie Dillard, from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (Harper’s, 1974)
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girlhoodsgarden · 2 years
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I want to nourish myself in all aspects of life, as well as my loved ones. I want to let people know how much they matter to me. I want to give and receive all of the beautiful things that life has to offer. I want to help wherever I can. I want to smile more and refrain from fighting my emotions. I want to give myself a refreshed profound and simple meaning of life
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girlhoodsgarden · 2 years
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“what that mouth do” speak falsehoods mostly, but lately i’ve also been really getting into blaspheming before god,
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girlhoodsgarden · 2 years
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saw a nice poem and lost it:-(
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