Girl if you don't keep writing i will take it as a personal attack. If you don't publish a book one day. Everything was so beautiful, you put such a harsh topic so nicely. You used exactly the words that neede to be used and you did it so gracefully. It disturbed me in the most beautiful way.
this. you wrote it so HAUNTINGLY. i wrote a piece about my own feelings toward my father and although we differ, there is *that* connection. aaaa words are failing to describe exactly what it is so i'll just leave this to simmer. thank you for sharing this with us!
thank YOU so much for reading :’) and i totally get what you mean by that connection haha sometimes its hard to find the words (even though we are on the writing site) + i’ve bookmarked yours to read when i have the time!
"You speak in words so kind I forget they are imaginary."
"I hate looking in mirrors and how that fact makes me understand my father more. I think maybe recognition as a synonym for love goes both ways. When I echo the movements of my mother, I feel sorrow for her. When I echo the movements of my father, the sorrow is mine alone."
Wenyi, this one took my breath away. Also, I'm just now re-reading the title - "we fear no god but each other" WOW. Smashed my heart into a million pieces and stitched back together. You're incredible.
thank you so much :’) the title (surprisingly) came first + has several different meanings to me depending on what “god” represents and what “we” represent haha weirdly enough learning more about religion has helped me understand my father more so this piece was also a bit of a journey in that aspect
This piece captures so many nuances in a relationship that can be hard to put into words because its been in your life for so long in many complicated ways. I can tell how much thought and care you put into this piece. Thanks for sharing :)
Also this line made my heart melt every time: "he does it out of love, he doesn’t know if you love him"
thank you so much :') was almost gonna disagree on the "thought" part but also ig all the time I spent just thinking abt the relationship in general counts so I also can't disagree
Woah. Your writing is spectacular! I'm in awe of how you managed to capture the complex emotions you have towards your father, it really relates to my thoughts about my own father. This is so beautiful.
you’re very welcome !! i just want you to know that your writing keeps me going 🫶 so poignant and so beautiful, you really know how to capture it very well
i am completely and utterly insane over this piece, and really i don't have a ton of words to express how much i adore it - how much i love the hauntedness and the love and the pain that just ricochets out of it. so uh, have a very long list of my favorite bits, in lieu of cognizant thought <3
"There is an exercise I practice with my therapist where I don’t have to forgive anyone. In the dream, I forgive you. I wake up. The walls of my room are a calming grayish blue. The dream has ended; I still forgive you."
"I think maybe recognition as a synonym for love goes both ways. When I echo the movements of my mother, I feel sorrow for her. When I echo the movements of my father, the sorrow is mine alone."
"I tell the stories thinking I wanted to hear them in a voice that isn’t hers; my mother says the cadence of my voice was inherited from my father. The story still comes out two pitches too high."
"I think of how someone once told me anger is a mask for grief or fear. I think of how people say I have my father’s face: if our masks are the same, I think I am grief and he is fear."
"He does it out of love, she repeats, but the words in my head translate to he does it out of fear. My mother says he doesn’t know if you love him and my heart pinches at the fact I understand."
"You speak in words much kinder than I remember. You speak in words so kind I forget they are imaginary."
"I stand in front of a mirror and practice making sad faces. I try to force myself to cry. The face that looks back at me is yours."
hi i think our dads were cousins or something because there's no way this isn't ripped right out of some part of me
I'm gonna start telling everyone we're cousins
im gonna start telling everyone this too
Girl if you don't keep writing i will take it as a personal attack. If you don't publish a book one day. Everything was so beautiful, you put such a harsh topic so nicely. You used exactly the words that neede to be used and you did it so gracefully. It disturbed me in the most beautiful way.
oh wow thank you so much 🥹 if I ever manage to write a book I'll be sending you a signed copy for sure 🫡
we heard it first here there's a book coming soon 🙃
I am honoured. Before that happens i will be keeping up with your writing on here ❤
this. you wrote it so HAUNTINGLY. i wrote a piece about my own feelings toward my father and although we differ, there is *that* connection. aaaa words are failing to describe exactly what it is so i'll just leave this to simmer. thank you for sharing this with us!
thank YOU so much for reading :’) and i totally get what you mean by that connection haha sometimes its hard to find the words (even though we are on the writing site) + i’ve bookmarked yours to read when i have the time!
oh i did not need to read this today….😭😭😭 you are so beyond talented!!
thank u so much <3
Incredible piece.
thank u very much :)
oh my godddddd this hit way too close to home. i love it and ur so talented.
thank you so much 🥹🫶
you are so talented, the words you hold, the phrases you write, the thoughts the experience, this is really special
omg tysm 🥹🥹🥹 always a delight to hear from u <3
"You speak in words so kind I forget they are imaginary."
"I hate looking in mirrors and how that fact makes me understand my father more. I think maybe recognition as a synonym for love goes both ways. When I echo the movements of my mother, I feel sorrow for her. When I echo the movements of my father, the sorrow is mine alone."
Wenyi, this one took my breath away. Also, I'm just now re-reading the title - "we fear no god but each other" WOW. Smashed my heart into a million pieces and stitched back together. You're incredible.
thank you so much :’) the title (surprisingly) came first + has several different meanings to me depending on what “god” represents and what “we” represent haha weirdly enough learning more about religion has helped me understand my father more so this piece was also a bit of a journey in that aspect
This piece captures so many nuances in a relationship that can be hard to put into words because its been in your life for so long in many complicated ways. I can tell how much thought and care you put into this piece. Thanks for sharing :)
Also this line made my heart melt every time: "he does it out of love, he doesn’t know if you love him"
thank you so much :') was almost gonna disagree on the "thought" part but also ig all the time I spent just thinking abt the relationship in general counts so I also can't disagree
Woah. Your writing is spectacular! I'm in awe of how you managed to capture the complex emotions you have towards your father, it really relates to my thoughts about my own father. This is so beautiful.
thank you so much <3 glad you could relate, too!
This was my favorite line that summed it up for me:
“In a house more war than house, even soft hands become a knife.”
The way my whole body tenses and feels under attack when my mom wants to hug me.
</3 sending love
"I have this recurring dream where I have to cry at your funeral." fuck this cut me to the core. this is beautiful. thank you for sharing
thank u so much for reading! <3
another bangerrr !!!! i always take time out of my day to read a piece of yours <333 keep it up !!!
omg that's so sweet 🥹 thank you so much
you’re very welcome !! i just want you to know that your writing keeps me going 🫶 so poignant and so beautiful, you really know how to capture it very well
<333 that's so sweet thank u so so much
you write so beautifully. so haunting. so....
tysm 🥹
i am completely and utterly insane over this piece, and really i don't have a ton of words to express how much i adore it - how much i love the hauntedness and the love and the pain that just ricochets out of it. so uh, have a very long list of my favorite bits, in lieu of cognizant thought <3
"There is an exercise I practice with my therapist where I don’t have to forgive anyone. In the dream, I forgive you. I wake up. The walls of my room are a calming grayish blue. The dream has ended; I still forgive you."
"I think maybe recognition as a synonym for love goes both ways. When I echo the movements of my mother, I feel sorrow for her. When I echo the movements of my father, the sorrow is mine alone."
"I tell the stories thinking I wanted to hear them in a voice that isn’t hers; my mother says the cadence of my voice was inherited from my father. The story still comes out two pitches too high."
"I think of how someone once told me anger is a mask for grief or fear. I think of how people say I have my father’s face: if our masks are the same, I think I am grief and he is fear."
"He does it out of love, she repeats, but the words in my head translate to he does it out of fear. My mother says he doesn’t know if you love him and my heart pinches at the fact I understand."
"You speak in words much kinder than I remember. You speak in words so kind I forget they are imaginary."
"I stand in front of a mirror and practice making sad faces. I try to force myself to cry. The face that looks back at me is yours."
Thank you so so so much I was almost in tears getting the email for this comment <3 tysm for reading
Give me your brain Wenyi😭🤌🏻. I think our fathers know each other.
🧠here you go! It is bc they are part of the dad secret society