because that’s how life works. while you wait for your own success, you clap for others. and when it’s finally your turn, you savor the moment. always.
I saw a post on Reddit that said, “When you walk through a museum, you’re not just looking at art. You’re moving through centuries of people trying to explain love, grief, power, beauty, and belonging.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen a museum described so beautifully.
we live in a world where sex workers are judged but not their clients, single mothers are judged but not absent fathers, rape victims are judged but not the rapists and the ones who speak out are judged instead of the ones covering it up
i like ppl who can talk about sex, lust, nd their freaky side, then switch to human psychology, existentialism, and the absurdity of life in the same conversation