when ocean vuong said: "all this time i told myself we were born from war—but i was wrong, ma. we were born from beauty. let no one mistake us for the fruit of violence—but that violence, having passed through the fruit, failed to spoil it" 🇵🇸
uma vez me apaixonei por uma pessoa cuja sensibilidade cortava o mundo de uma forma tão diferencial — crua, visceral, agitada, cheia de esperança — que brilhava meus olhos, comunicava comigo. ela sofria. sofria o peso da agressividade de tocar as coisas tão vorazmente, era mais+
Everyone.... please take a moment to reflect on this!
What one considers an ordinary pillow, another considers a throne. We spend so much time worrying about what we lack when all we need is to learn to see what we already have in a different light.
Keep teaching us, Uni!