Excluded from special help as a young student, I—and many others—should get it in adulthood.
Infinity wants nothing so much as to fit its limitless rampant vastness into the littlest of spaces.
Sometimes I imagine someone. It turns out to be no one. Unless...
Purim Sameach from your friendly neighborhood sacred feminine uprising!
Valentine Shmalentine, where're my Devorah-hearts at?
I’m talking directly to the tiny little you who lives inside of you.
Freedom drives my life, but maybe I need to transcend it.
i dont want to leave my bed/where things are/ soft and edgeless / like the ocean
I've imagined and caught slivers of miracles. But I want a full-blown miracle.
Knowing other souls: glorious, but maybe the end of fun.
