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The most romantic love is the one that stays.
I hate having an internal monologue. Girl shut the fuck up.
I’ve never been betrayed by my dog. Can’t say that about most people. And maybe that’s why I love him the most.
But you held me anyway
I hate shopping. It doesn’t bring me joy the way it does for others. But I do love buying, receiving and being in the presence of books. Maybe it’s because one can never really “own” a book. It’s a shared, expansive imaginary space captured in a tiny form of a book.
No man can ever understand female anatomy. He could be a gynecologist and he still won’t get it. Not physically, not mentally, not emotionally. He can’t possible understand the Petri dish of a man’s crimes, the hormonal tsunami or the weight of the fucking world.
- A woman’s world 🌎
We all end up miserable When we choose to live the life that makes others happy.
- If it’s my life, should I be the one who has a say?
If your family has people that are “family”, they’re family too.
- family is everything they say
My siblings are my children.
- Elder daughter
Kindness is the most overrated thing in life.
The thing I hate the most about myself is that I empathize with the humans who hurt me. It’s not that I’m trying to find excuses for them. It’s just that I see their trauma. I see that they were hurt and so they hurt me. It’s not fair. It’s not okay. It shouldn’t be justified. And yet, I still can see their pain. I just wish they saw mine too.
The voice of my mother in law makes every cell in my body shrivel.
- How can I hate the woman who gave me the love of my life.
I wish she accepted me and loved me like the way she would have her own daughter. But she never had a daughter and so she doesn’t know what it’s like to love a daughter. It’s not easy to love a daughter. It takes strength, it takes courage and more importantly it takes empathy. I’m a whole ass human being. Why is it so hard to see that?
It’s not a woman job to educate a man on how to be a decent human being.
- gender has nothing to do with humanity
Some days it feels like existing as a woman is the hardest thing to do.
I’m anchored by the same things that give me the wings to fly.
That’s why I stay still.
Floating, neither drowning nor swimming.