This hunger is what is meant to keep our hearts beating.
Because sometimes you write your story down, even though you'd rather just scream.
Purim Sameach from your friendly neighborhood sacred feminine uprising!
I’m talking directly to the tiny little you who lives inside of you.
Infinity wants nothing so much as to fit its limitless rampant vastness into the littlest of spaces.
Valentine Shmalentine, where're my Devorah-hearts at?
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