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Every time I think I look ugly I immediately start to cry because I have my mothers face. And I feel like a horrible daughter for calling my mother ugly.

Please tell me I’m not the only one who tears up at photos of my mother before I was born.

Desperately trying to explain to my friends and family that I have everything under control, I just like to complain loudly also

I'm like, if an overachiever perfectionist eldest daughter was also a failure.

I got treated like shit while my heart was pure, I'll never forget that.

May you find the one who will heal your inner child and soul

Once i'm detached, that's it. You will never get the same version of me, ever.

My childhood trauma didn't make me stronger. it made me a people pleaser. it made me forgive way too much. it made me not speak when i'm supposed to. it made me an extreme empath.

Joseph Brodsky, translated by Howard Moss, from a poem titled "I Sit By The Window,"

Made to love, but not to be loved; made to understand, but not to be understood; always the poet, never the poetry.

As I'm getting older, I'm starting to lose my understanding of love. Love used to be more simple and understandable, but now my head cannot really picture it clearly.

I like calm men. Men who don’t shout or break things when they’re mad. Men who tell you exactly how they feel. Men who communicate. Men who talk you in a gentle, low voice telling you what made them mad or what you did wrong, but never blame you and make you feel bad about it.

still healing from things i don't speak about, i just take it day by day

I feel like I'm a failure.

as the eldest daughter, my vagina looks like this

man of the house (eldest daughter)

"love will come when you least expect it" ok so what if I'm always expecting it