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Let’s face it, the deck has long been stacked against mothers thriving spiritually: our social, religious, and family structures together have forged a path that heirs us buddy, preoccupied, self-denying, and obedient.

Today we have children to dress in floors to sweep and eggs to scramble. The dream of the self that is spiritually alive— soulfully, creatively, holistically alive— it’s just that: a dream. We might touch it for a moment, but it is never ours to keep.

Instead of panicked sadness, I simply feel that I might be briefly living inside a wonderful moment.

My rage had become a living thing inside my chest, an echoing heartbeat that soothed me to sleep and stirred me to waking.

I gasp for air. He’s winded me. The water rushes in. Is it silly that I didn’t realize I was drowning and he took until he told me he won’t let it happen?

❤️

“And I realized I might very well be content to do exactly that forever.”

“Then I would have torn apart the world to get you back”

You can’t look at someone the way he looked at me — with the entirety of his past—without also imagining the future.

He smiled, and I’ve never wanted to taste a grin like I wanted to taste the one that spread across his face.

A ghost of a laugh escape me. My chest hallowed as the remains of my heart seeped out, contaminating the room. The knot in my throat gagged me as my eyes stung.

I’m not foolish enough to ask for something no longer obtainable.

There is not a word I know for what I feel for her. — Gregory swallowed, shaking his head as he stared at the stars—She is everything, everywhere. The stars, the Earth, the very air. She is everything. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

The loneliness of belonging nowhere was crushing.

Tears prickled in my eyes. Even alone with the water to conceal them I did not let them fall.

My skin stretched too tight across my bones as I warped myself in an attempt to be understood—to be seen.

Why am I even crying right now 😭

I am having a hard time, I think desperately 1000 times a day, and when I try to probe for more information— a hard time with what?— the voice replies, everything.

Believe.
Opportunities over obligations

Revolution’s only rebellion until you win

Where none of it matters and nothing’s in vain, there’s no need to use your blinker when you’re changing lanes.

“ he thinks he’ll be remembered as the villain in the story.”
“ But I forgot to tell him,” I said, quietly opening the door, “ that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key.”
I shrugged. “ he was the one who let me out.”

“You are my salvation, Feyre”

Then he stepped over that line between chaos and order, danger and safety.

… and when the scent faded away he was suddenly sick at the loss of something he didn’t know he could miss.

I hypothesized that the emerging “ideal” for women to have extreme thinness was a socially mediated way to biologically suppress energy, defiance, and resistance in young women who were otherwise the heiresses of feminism.

…sometimes the cruel things we said served the kindest purpose.