I absolutely love when I can visibly see that someone adores me.
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I absolutely love when I can visibly see that someone adores me.
Like women just lost 1st amendment rights lol.
I’m actually not kidding right now.
1 out of every 6 United States women have been raped or have had attempted rape in their lifetimes.
But only 6% of rapists ever spend a single day in jail.
If you’re not allowed to even allude to your abuse without facing a multi-million dollar lawsuit…you don’t have the right to free speech anymore.
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[ID: Even in the harshest season, / we survive. / We bloom forever / where we are told we don’t belong.]
Okay. Come on, then. I love you, get up, we are going to keep going. Repeat this to yourself in a mirror or in a whisper or in the shower or in a shout. I love you, get up, keep going.
I am tired too. It's okay. We will sleep in the car ride over. We will sleep on each other's shoulders. We will sleep upside down and in the laps of new friends and on the bellies of our lovers and in the hands of better tomorrows. We will sleep and we will wake up rested and we will wake up happy and we will wake up home again.
I love you, get up. It's time to write "maybe next time" on our gravesite. It's time to write: it could not kill me, I would not die. It's time to write a love letter to the sun and our one-act play and the history of our keychains. It is time to write a future where despite everything, we are finally warm and safe.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Get up. Keep going. We are going to be okay.