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muskaanayesha · 1 year
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Peace be upon the daughter who helped her parents grow up. Accepted their cold shoulder, excused their anger, pardoned their mistakes, taught them how to be human. Peace be upon the sister who paid the price of rebellion. Screaming to her fullest, shaking like a leaf but standing tall, never letting the dictatorship go without a fight, paving the path for her siblings to breathe easier. Peace be upon the first child of an immigrant father. Aching to find their own purpose in life, firm in their own beliefs, contradicting generations and generations of cultural values. Peace be upon the girl who shouldered her mother's trauma. Swindled it into her own, morphed herself into an image of the womb she once resided in, immersed herself into troubles that weren't even hers, covered up scars that she couldn't even recognize. Peace be upon the woman who forgot who she was. So determined to be the savior of everyone, to fix her family, to nurture and love everyone around her. So deeply lost that she forgot she's just as worthy of love. Peace be upon you.
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lovely-abeille · 9 months
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how'd your parents die again?, fatimah asghar // anna kamienska // mabel, becca del la rosa // ? // heather havrilesky // maya angelou // the fall of the house of usher, steven beroff
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x3nshit · 10 months
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another shitty thing about being the eldest daughter who based her worth on academics and how useful she can be to others is that it physically hurts to ask for help even when we desperately need it. it's an internalized belief that we should we able to figure out everything on our own and it sucks
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raisunii · 5 months
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Eldest Daughter; Surrogate
After the Ball, Carl Thomsen / Light of Love, Florence & the Machine / God Complex, Rachael Allen / The Split Man, Victor Langheld / A Poem for Women in Rage, Audre Lorde / on being chi hai, Kimberly Nguyen / The Convalescent, Willard Leroy Metcalf / Swear to God the Devil Made Me Do It, The Front Bottoms
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pain-is-my-game · 1 year
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The duality of a mother amazes me. It's either she constantly brags about you to friends and family or she's tearing you down and talking about how you're such a terrible child.
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mad-girlslove-song · 16 days
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"my mother" by lea jane
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amaryllis-astra · 2 years
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Eldest Daughter Gothic
Your youngest sibling is in tears. You do not know why. Is it your fault? 
You are doing the dishes. You are always doing the dishes. You never finish. 
She loves you. She hates you. You’re her favorite. She only cares about your siblings. She never wanted to be a mother. She loves you.
You have a headache. Again. You are starting to forget what it feels like not to have a headache.
Everything is too much. You are going to shatter. But you cannot. 
If you give out, so will everything else
She is angry, ranting about something you said. You do not remember the last time you spoke. She is still angry.
Your younger sibling is ten years old. No, that can't be right. You are ten years old. They must still be an infant. But they’re graduating fifth grade now, and you realize that you are in high school. You did not notice the change.
She keeps yelling. You wonder if she is yelling at herself.
You’ve heard that 3am is meant to be unnerving. For you, it has only ever meant the comfort of being the last one left awake. Is there something wrong with you?
This is all you have ever known, so why does it feel so wrong?
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bluetalepost · 10 months
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i would never be a therapist because that's who i've been all my life. i wonder if i would ever let myself be a mother.
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chloegoround · 2 years
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being the eldest sister be like: [i'm sorry i can't save you from everything] [i'm sorry i can't save you from everything] [i'm sorry i can't save you from everything] [i'm so sorry, i'm so fucking sorry] [i'm sorry i can't save you from everything] [i'm sorry i can't save you fro-
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family-oddity · 5 months
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eldest sibling tournament
a tournament to decide the eldest sibling of all time!
rules:
this competition is limited to fictional eldest siblings, even though franz kafka would make a great competitor
the definition of an eldest sibling can be fuzzy—if you think your submission might not count as an eldest sibling (i.e., if they have an older half-sibling or if their younger siblings aren't biologically related to them) elaborate in the optional part of the submission form!
on a related note, it is unlikely that i will accept any twins (individually or separately) into the tournament. if you submit one, be sure to give an argument as to why they count as an eldest sibling despite having a twin.
submissions will be open for a week, until march 15th
submit your nominations here!
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muskaanayesha · 1 year
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I am the eldest daughter, which is to say that I am a sponge that absorbs all the trauma of the household. Life is spilt milk and I am a kitchen cloth burnt at the edges. I am falling apart at the corners, threads coming away, rips and ripples like I am torn and trembling in an ocean of nothingness. I am the eldest daughter, which is to say that I emphasize with everyone. The love of my life marries someone else, and I find myself hoping that he loves her the same. My brother wishes death upon me and I toss and turn in my sleep over the tears I saw in his eyes. Life is an accidental fire and I am water. I attempt to stop a tragedy I did not start, to go blindly into a catastrophe that I cannot halt. I am the eldest daughter, which is to say that I am silent in my needs. My father asks me what I'd like to eat and I say that I am not hungry. I will chew on my guilt and swallow my pride before I even think of asking for anything. I buy myself a sweet and nothing tastes as bitter as it. Life is a metaphor for debt and I am drowning in the desire to be as insignificant as possible. I demand nothing and nothing demands me.
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love-too · 2 years
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Are you a “i should make it clear to anyone that it took me a lot of effort to achieve this, so that if i can’t get praise i’ll still get sympathy” eldest daughter or a “i don’t celebrate any of my achievements because that’s just how life works, so i am pretty indifferent to everyone else’s too” eldest daughter
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solarsleepless · 7 months
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on maddox and jet
High School Musical: The Musical: The Series//Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, Jewish Literacy//evelyn, evelyn//(me)//my brother, my wound by Natalie Diaz//Dear Evan Hansen//Trista Mateer//Grace by Florence + The Machines//Laurel on the responsibility of an older sibling, How The Light Gets In//Motion Sickness, Pheobe Bridgers//Wouldn't Change a Thing, Demi Lovato and Joe Jonas//Frog and Toad Are Friends, Arnold Lobel
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golden-letters · 1 month
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childhood is a dead man
adolescence is typing numbers into a calculator in maths class— tracing old telephone numbers i used to press on the home phone, when there was a mechanical beep from each press of a button, before people had apple or samsung, back when my seven year old hands saved numbers and names manually with those little buttons— and yearning is suddenly remembering my dad’s car old license plate. a noah toyota. room for seven. white and always hot with the summer heat. growing up is realising i still yearn and i still cry and i still put numbers into a calculator thinking i could call a dead man. and it’s never going away.
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deesi-academia · 1 year
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Get. Therapy.
Please.
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