Even as worlds end, we still braid hair: A letter to the newly disillusioned/ awaken.
I read a post a while ago written by a young white woman about soft girls during fascism. She was passionately urging…
I read a post a while ago written by a young white woman about soft girls during fascism. She was passionately urging…
Travelling through life, I am recognizing how the search for kindred spirits is another quest for love itself. In a world where connections are often kept swallow and distances vast, the quest to find those who resonate with our souls and desire to nurture that connection becomes one we must pursue with kindness. To remain trusting, daring to be full of good intention and consistent, to speak up for our ideals and show up for them with integrity. Even at the fear of rejection and failure.
“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” Anaïs Nin Hey! SOooOOoo,.. I am trying to create…
Moving to Denmark during the beginning of my puberty, was one of the hardest things about coping in a new country….
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