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Fifteen taught me of double-edged swords,journals are your only listenerand your worst traitor,maturing is hard for all and impossible for some,and birthdays aren’t just for blowing out candles.
Though the epidemic of domestic violence is frequently addressed in heavily-gendered terms, the unfortunate fact remains that abuse is a universal experience endured by a myriad of genders, sexual orientations, races, ethnicities, and socioeconomic backgrounds.
While Parkinson’s is predominantly associated with the elderly population, old age can’t be circled in red pen and labelled the sole cause of the disease when the likelihood from suffering from the shakes is higher in rural Australia.
Rebellion is coded so deeply in my DNA that I can’t even follow meditation instructions properly.
I think about seances on the underside of the water,the ripple right before the break.there’s a lot of feeling in being a girl without fingerprints,who touches and leaves no trace
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The beach was a mass of seaweed and rocks strewn across gritty sand. Its days were made sluggish and oppressive through heat, the nights sharpened by frigid ocean winds.
Stone by stone, vine by vine, my Dad and Pa had pulled thousands of acres of fruit from the red dirt scrub. But it was all completed by the time I was born. Established as its own little universe. Our house was bordered by grapevines, and beyond those oranges, mandarins, watermelons, and countless others. It and the drought were all I knew. They existed side by side, waging a battle I didn’t realise we could lose.
Relationships of all kinds are meaningful and can teach you a lot about yourself and who wants to pass up self-discovery? It’s literally what life’s all about.
At that moment, I despised Cheese. I was frustrated with Cheese. He was frustrated with me. The sausages looked miserable. I wonder if he bought them. The lesson of that day: Cheese sounds nothing like ‘cheese’ in Chinese.
the sun is gentle here. do you understandhow much my body craves belonging?