Mothers have martyred themselves in their children’s names since the beginning of time. We have lived as if she who disappears the most, loves the most. We have been conditioned to prove our love by slowly ceasing to exist.
What a terrible burden for children to bear—to know that they are the reason their mother stopped living. What a terrible burden for our daughters to bear—to know that if they choose to become mothers, this will be their fate, too. Because if we show them that being a martyr is the highest form of love, that is what they will become. They will feel obligated to love as well as their mothers loved, after all. They will believe they have permission to live only as fully as their mothers allowed themselves to live.
If we keep passing down the legacy of martyrdom to our daughters, with whom does it end? Which woman ever gets to live? And when does the death sentence begin? At the wedding altar? In the delivery room? Whose delivery room—our children’s or our own? When we call martyrdom love we teach our children that when love begins, life ends. This is why Jung suggested: There is no greater burden on a child than the unlived life of a parent.
—Glennon Doyle, Untamed
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dreamy winter morning - 11/26/19
i want to be a cat. jobless. educationless. useless. there to be pretty and soft
“Just because you can feel another person’s emotions doesn’t make you responsible for them.”
— Sarah Brooke
When Donna Tartt said Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not, and M. L. Rio said How tremendous the agony of unmade decisions.
i'm so jealous of people with such expansive and sophisticated vocabulary like for the love of god please stop using words i've never even heard of
Din + taking hits to his right pauldron
(requested/insp by @fanfoolishness)
bonus (the Armorer, deciding what to do with the first bit of beskar):
poetry is so weird. sometimes i read a poem and i’m like eh, and sometimes i read that same poem and start seeing shrimp colors
“If you inherently long for something, become it first. If you want gardens, become the gardener. If you want love, embody love. If you want mental stimulation, change the conversation. If you want peace, exude calmness. If you want to fill your world with artists, begin to paint. If you want to be valued, respect your own time. If you want to live ecstatically, find the ecstasy within yourself. This is how to draw it in, day by day, inch by inch.”
— Victoria Erickson