I hate putting in effort; I just want to enjoy.
This hunger is what is meant to keep our hearts beating.
Freedom drives my life, but maybe I need to transcend it.
Purim Sameach from your friendly neighborhood sacred feminine uprising!
Valentine Shmalentine, where're my Devorah-hearts at?
There is an oceanic pain-knowing, a tide no soul should ever be made to swim against.
I’m talking directly to the tiny little you who lives inside of you.
Sometimes I imagine someone. It turns out to be no one. Unless...
I've imagined and caught slivers of miracles. But I want a full-blown miracle.
If there's one thing I love, it's sweet-talking plants. Tu B'Shvat Sameach!
