And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.
| me: | *gets anxious over nothing* |
| me: | wait this is stupid everything is fine |
| me: | wait |
| me: | but what if its not |
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When telling your friend to read a book:
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Woman does not emerge from a man’s rib’s, not ever, it’s he who emerges from her womb.
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one of the greatest lies of patriarchy is claiming framing the father as the lifegiver
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