Eldest Daughter - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

being the eldest sibling is wild bc i look at my siblings like wow i would’ve killed to have your parents. why does no one remember

I took a test online once

To see if I was the Soldier

The Poet

Or the King

It told me I was the King

I always thought I’d be the poet

I think all kings long to be poets

In the same way that all eldest daughters long to just be children

Why bury your pain for the sake of others when you can turn it into art

Why raise children you didn’t make

But just like the test said

“The sword is at your side”

“It bore your name long before you did”

I never asked it to bear my name

I want to be free of it

But we all want what we are not meant to be

“You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs.” -@atlanticsea

"you have to be flexible and adapt". but thats everything ive been all my life. but i gave up everything u told me to just to get nothing back. why cant plans be changed for me aswell? or am i not as important as my brother is?

some people are born with tragedy in their blood..

Has anyone else ever felt weird when your hair wasn’t up in a bun or ponytail? I’ve realized now that for me it’s because having my hair down meant being feminine, and being feminine is being vulnerable. I’ve never felt confident in my femininity and maybe that’s why I’d always try so hard to hide it…like dressing more tomboyish and never wearing my hair down.

There’s a certain comfort in anger.

Letting go and forgiving is hard, you have to be vulnerable…open to the possibility of being hurt again.

Sometimes it’s just easier to keep the grudge and stay mad.

How do you get over someone you never actually had? Asking for a friend.

I’ve literally never been good at anything and it hurt even more when it was something I loved so much.

In my ✨being an eldest daughter made me a villan✨ era

I don’t think I’ve disappointed my parents but I also don’t think I’ve made them proud. I haven’t done anything extremely disappointing but I haven’t done anything worthy of praise.

I wish I could travel back in time to when my parents were 8 years old and sit with them, play with them, make them laugh and more importantly…hug them tight.

Every time I think I look ugly I immediately start to cry because I have my mothers face. And I feel like a horrible daughter for calling my mother ugly.

how do i look away now that i’ve seen you? - rachel mennies

Tell me all the important stuff: What’s your favourite colour? What made you so tough?

‘what is your biggest fear?’

that my blood drowns out my heart. that the blood which produces the screams that echo this house, that the blood which breathes life into the hands of those who learned to wield our relation as something to hurt drowns out my heart. that i am exactly who i was biologically created to be.  Irrevocably alike.

You know... some of your words just cut too deep mom... They leave a nasty scar, reminding me of how much they hurt...