The beauty of rediscovering yourself, time and time again, like a favorite chapter in a book that you return to. The solace in knowing that certain corners of your soul will always be untouched by the world—forever yours, forever unchanged.
I love how these posts are a reminder that so many women were in a sense, little feminists long before they ever encountered feminism as a political or intellectual framework. So many of us recognised the unfairness as children, not because someone had taught us to be "woke"
I am no longer afraid of things falling apart. I have seen what happens after the worst of it. The sun still rises, people still laugh, new things still begin, and one day, you find yourself happy about something you once thought you would never recover from.
cause what do you mean you’re 23 years old and your 3rd album ever is a profound analysis of all the ways romantic love and codependency can deteriorate a person’s mental health?
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