i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
there are people who write more honestly in a language they learned later in life than in the one they grew up speaking. and that sounds strange until you realize that your first language absorbed every rule your culture ever had about what's appropriate to say out loud, what feelings are acceptable to name, how much honesty is too much honesty at a dinner table. and sometimes a second language arrives with none of that-it's just words. clean ones. and in those clean words some peoplefinally say the
-thing they were never given permission to say in the language that raised them. that's what language actually does before it's had time to learn your family's rules.
I dated a man so inspiring that he made ME feel like wow I gotta step my cookies up. He had like everything I was looking for in a guy but we don’t talk anymore and that’s fine bc I did in fact step my cookies up afterwards and I’m better for the experience.
stopping yourself from falling in love is a very masculine trait and i, a woman who u might consider having a successfully integrated animus, pulled it off. please clap