Maybe fulfillment is meant to be unattainable.
Sometimes I imagine someone. It turns out to be no one. Unless...
Neshamas battle depression and look towards Hashem for help.
i dont want to leave my bed/where things are/ soft and edgeless / like the ocean
A house is not a home, but a bookshelf can be.
The beauty of the Hebrew, the imposition of the commandment, and the laughter of the night, tie us together. I I forget everything; the picket lines, the ugly words, and the deep, searing, inner heartbreak of a people that have failed me.
Your lies became truth, your truth became their pain.
How do you say sh*t in Yiddish?
Neshamas keep trying to find love, even if it means breaking the rules.
Purim Sameach from your friendly neighborhood sacred feminine uprising!
