“Traumatized people chronically feel unsafe inside their bodies: The past is alive in the form of gnawing interior discomfort. Their bodies are constantly bombarded by visceral warning signs, and, in an attempt to control these processes, they often become expert at ignoring their gut feelings and in numbing awareness of what is played out inside. They learn to hide from their selves.”
— Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma
Dear diary,
Maybe i didn't give anything to my parents to be proud of.
fuck hiding your femininity in stem. your sharp eyeliner is a taste of how steady your hands are in lab. your fire outfit demonstrates your attention to detail. normalize being hot and smart
“you’re so pretty,” okay write poetry about me then.
Okay so I'm angry now and just have to say this.
PERIODS ARE NOT SEXUAL. TELLING YOUR KIDS ABOUT PERIODS ISNT GROOMING WTF. TELLING YOUR KIDS ABOUT WOMENS HEALTH ISNT SEXUALISING THEM
When Jaun Elia said Ek hi shakhs ki baat hai maula, Sara jahan kisne manga hai
Having a father is like you're the worst man I've ever met my fondest childhood memories include you you treated my mom horribly you are trying to be a good person you're evreything I fear in a man no man will ever protect me like you do why do you hate women but love me?
All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.
Fortesa Latifi // The Truth About Grief
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