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1dietcokeinacan:

Daughters really do share deep rooted emotional trauma with/inherit deep rooted emotional trauma from their mothers and I know it’s true bc whenever I try to approach a sensitive topic with my mom, no matter how calm and civil and patient I intend to be no matter how much I’ve practiced what I want to say no matter how OK I was even a moment before, I always involuntarily burst into desperate, angry hysterics the moment I open my mouth. As though it’s coming from a place buried so far within me I cannot even register its existence until it has overtaken me. And I know I’m not alone on this either. There is so much we internalize from our mothers that we never learn to contend with. That we never even learn to recognize

At the macro level, the mother wound is a matrilineal wound—a burden that manifests in mothers, and is passed on from generation to generation. It’s the pain and grief that grow in a woman as she tries to explore and understand her power and potential in a society that doesn’t make room for either, forcing her to internalize the dysfunctional coping mechanisms learned by previous generations of women. The mother wound reflects the challenges a woman faces as she goes through transformations in her life in a society where the patriarchy has denied us ongoing matrilineal knowledge and structures.”

- Dr. Oscar Serrallach

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goodreadss:

““When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.””

— Jalaluddin Rumi
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naturaekos:

“Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.”

— John Green
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hundredthou:

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just-shower-thoughts:

If you squeezed the 3.5 billion years of the history of life on Earth into one minute, it would take 50 seconds for multicellular life to evolve, 4 more seconds for vertebrates to invade the land, another 4 seconds for flowers to evolve, and only in the last .002 seconds would modern humans arise

jakegyllhenaal:

Eighth Grade (2018), dir. Bo Burnham

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