I Want To Go To Paris And Become A Florist Who Also Bakes Pretty Cakes, Draws Flowers, Owns Cats And

Louise Gluck, poems 1962- 2012

emotional expressions and shades of eyes in paintings

Through Cataclysm - Andreas Birath

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“What cannot be said will be wept.“

― Sappho

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

A wall of leaves, 28-08-2021

“Pay attention to the things you are naturally drawn to. They are often connected to your path, passion, and purpose in life. Have the courage to follow them.”

— Ruben Chavez

just remembered i wasnt on tumblr when i made this for a powerpoint party