#screams ferally into an article of clothing hanging on the back of a closed door

[teas-of-trin]

When i want to dig through my emotional trauma regarding my mom —> sharp objects ( book or series because both together slaughter me so beautifully. Something something our mother is our carver and grave digger something something we never escape the house we grew up in, the house we lost everything in; always being afraid to become who hurt us—tangling ourselves in the line between the kindness in ourselves and the sickness in our parents)

When i want to dig through my emotional trauma regarding my dad —> succession (there is nothing for me to say here, i watch a dad kick his children and watch them come back to him no matter what circumstance because they want his love; dangling the legacy, the opportunity of a lifetime in front of your kids and then drowning them when they get to close; wanting your kids to be killer, but them never doing it because they want your love too much; fear vs love)

When i want to dig through both my maternal and paternal issues and also the fact that love is carnal —> hannibal (i mean surrogate parents; manipulation at the highest form, obsession for understanding; layers upon layers of desire unfurling themselves under each other; trying to find parents in the people who took the most from you; having someone affect your life so deeply there is a before and after with them in the middle)