everything just really comes down to how I wasn't a person for most of my life. by which I mean I did not consider myself a person. it made such a profound impact on the way I navigated the world & yet standing on the other side of it I could hardly explain it to you
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I don’t know where I’m going. Where I came from is disappearing. I am unwelcome. My beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing. I am the sin of memory and the absence of memory.
Warsan Shire, from Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head; “Home”
I seek a truth only a breadth away from mine
Zoë Lianne, "Erasure"
Mary Oliver, "Felicity"
Emily Bronte, "Wuthering Heights"
Thursday, 8th July 2021
There is freedom in the shadowed storm as the veil-wrapped sky billows in a climbing release. I lay here on the rough strewn ground, a wilderness of rain-kissed grass, tumbled yarn, and loose cut threads. Find me in the running lake carving eyes into the overgrown path, lost to the planted sky now curling into a silver smile.
Freedom is more than just running through the rain on Thursday afternoons.
This is in no way a fairy transaction, I promise.
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My written Tarot Readings are written in the style of a letter, catered to you and your personal questions. I do three different tarot spreads and you can ask any question you want, whether it is related to relationships, work, family, home, or what the year is going to look like for you. I use my cards to help me interpret your dreams, so give me your dreams and I'll give you an understanding.
Thirteenth Night: Malvolio’s Revenge
Much Ado 2: Kill Claudio
The Merchant of Menace
As You Don’t Like It
The Scary Wives of Windsor: The Fall of Falstaff
The Tempest 2: Hurricane Miranda
Richard III 2: Back from Bosworth (feat. zombie Richard)
A Midsummer Nightmare: Attack on Titania
Why do I keep myself hidden in layers of self-control
Afraid of the dark whilst summer lines my curtains
Choking back these haunting fears, and numb
Is the only feeling that's certain
What joy can be felt today? Frozen yet
In feigned sensibility, I ask myself...
Historian, writer, and poet | proofreader and tarot card lover | Virgo and INTJ | dyspraxic and hypermobile | You'll find my poetry and other creative outlets stored here. Read my Substack newsletter Hidden Within These Walls. Copyright © 2016 Ruth Karan.
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