#prose

[mournfulroses]

Janet Fitch, from her novel titled "White Oleander," originally published in 1999

[perfectquote]

I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.

Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour

[sleepwxlk]

“To My Younger Self”

(A Letter Through Time)

Dear younger me, so fragile yet bold,

You carried a weight no child should hold.

Born in Switzerland, a life you’d known,

Until the age of 9, when you left your home.

To Lebanon’s warmth, you rebuilt anew,

Friends and a life in a world fresh and true.

But at the age of 12, it was all swept away,

Back to Switzerland, where you’d start again each day.

In a family hostel, you found your bed,

Where dreams felt distant, and hunger fed.

Scooting to school through the biting cold,

A warrior, even at twelve years old.

At 15, your world began to break,

A storm at home that you couldn’t escape.

Your mother’s mind began to fray,

Schizophrenia’s grip pulling her away.

The police came knocking, the neighbors stared,

Her episodes left you broken and scared.

At school, the bullying cut deep inside,

Leaving you with nowhere to hide.

Depression crept in, heavy and slow,

Filling your heart with an endless woe.

Thoughts of escape darkened your nights,

One attempt to end the fight.

When your mother left, your anger burned,

A wound so deep, you thought she’d spurned.

For two long years, you refused to speak,

Your heart too shattered, your voice too weak.

Your dad, distracted, withdrew to his room,

His voice on the phone pierced the house’s gloom.

The woman he loved replaced your mom,

Yet her presence stole the home’s last calm.

You and your sister carried the load,

Cooking and cleaning on a weary road.

Caring for your brother, buying his clothes,

As you fought for balance, the pressure rose.

At 17, the fights grew loud and raw,

Your sister screaming at flaws she saw.

Her toxic boyfriend, cruel and unkind,

Left her trapped in chains she cannot unwind.

At 20, love bloomed for the very first time,

A moment of light that felt so divine.

But when it ended, your heart fell apart,

Healing was hard—it broke you to start.

At 21, your mother returned to mend,

Her healing brought hope, though hard to extend.

Yet as you worked to repair and to grow,

A breakup dragged you to valleys of woe.

For two more years, you carried the pain,

Fighting to rise, to feel whole again.

The weight of the past, the scars you wore,

Still couldn’t keep you from wanting more.

At 24, your triumph began,

A medical assistant, a steady plan.

You started to heal, to piece life together,

The storm inside calming like clearer weather.

Still, your sister remains in her pain,

Trapped in a cycle of heartbreak and strain.

To her, one message I whisper in light:

“You deserve freedom; keep up the fight.”

Depression still lingers, but it’s not your master,

Anxiety whispers, but you move faster.

The girl who once thought she’d never be free,

Has grown into a woman of strength—look and see.

So to my younger self, so scared, yet true,

The pain you endured shaped the beautiful you.

I’m sorry, I love you, and thank you for staying,

For holding on when the world felt decaying.

Hold onto hope, let resilience shine,

The stars you once dreamed of are yours to align.

- DK

[thoughtcascades]

It’s so wet and nasty outside.. everything reminds me of myself

[lowqualitybee]

please help by donating, and if you can't please share!

I am Alaa Salama , 30 years old, married to Nabila Jabr Salama, 28 years old. I have two children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Sham, 6 years old.

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[mournfulroses]

Janet Fitch, from her novel titled "White Oleander," originally published in 1999

[fatimazainab]

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[becomingvecna]

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

[frommybedroom]

DARRY AND PAUL DARRY AND PAUL DARRY AND PAUL

— Fortesa Latifi; everything there is

[usefulquotes7]

[lucidloving]

@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

[lowqualitybee]

please consider helping by donating or sharing!

Little Majd needs your help

Majd Al-Habeel @youseffamily has known little of life without suffering. After losing his home to IOF bombardment, he and his parents were forced to live in a tent. This wreaked havoc on Majd’s health, as he is diagnosed with a serious respiratory illness that limits his ability to breathe. Living in a tent leaves one exposed to dust, dirt, debris, vermin, mold, fungus, and harsh weather—the worst possible environment for a child with his condition.

His family requires mutual aid to provide for Majd’s life-saving care, as well as to procure food, water, medications, other supplies, and clothing and gear for winter. They are a little over two-thirds of the way to their current listed goal, with still a long way to go. Please help this family out and give sweet Majd a better chance at life.

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Majd’s family’s campaign was reblogged by 90-ghost and is supported by @khanger

[perfectquote]

I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away

Vincent Van Gogh

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]