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nbjoanabianchi:“She peels an orange, separates it in per...

nbjoanabianchi:

“She peels an orange, separates it in perfect halves, and gives one of them to me. If I could wear it like a friendship bracelet, I would. Instead I swallow it section by section and tell myself it means even more this way. To chew and to swallow in silence with her. To taste the same thing in the same moment.”

— We Are Okay, Nina Lacour

nbjoanabianchi:“She peels an orange, separates it in perfect halves, and gives one of them to me....

nbjoanabianchi:

“She peels an orange, separates it in perfect halves, and gives one of them to me. If I could wear it like a friendship bracelet, I would. Instead I swallow it section by section and tell myself it means even more this way. To chew and to swallow in silence with her. To taste the same thing in the same moment.”

— We Are Okay, Nina Lacour

Sext series no 2

Sext series no 2

Sext series no 2

Sext series no 2

“That undeniable spark of some long ago warrior woman lives inside your body and you forget to see…

5000letters:

“That undeniable spark of some long ago warrior woman lives inside your body and you forget to see her. That bone strength of the witches burned at long forgotten alters smoulders in your stomach and you forget to hear her. You are some indomitable creature, some raging battle worn miracle. You are the coallesing creation of the universe come together at one precise perfect moment. You carry fear and hunger and rage and fight and fight and fight You are centuries. You are civilisations. You are your own wars. You are all women.”

Azra T

Azra T

5000letters:

“That undeniable spark of some long ago warrior woman lives inside your body and you forget to see her. That bone strength of the witches burned at long forgotten alters smoulders in your stomach and you forget to hear her. You are some indomitable creature, some raging battle worn miracle. You are the coallesing creation of the universe come together at one precise perfect moment. You carry fear and hunger and rage and fight and fight and fight You are centuries. You are civilisations. You are your own wars. You are all women.”

Azra T

5000letters:“That undeniable spark of some long ago warr...

5000letters:

“That undeniable spark of some long ago warrior woman lives inside your body and you forget to see her. That bone strength of the witches burned at long forgotten alters smoulders in your stomach and you forget to hear her. You are some indomitable creature, some raging battle worn miracle. You are the coallesing creation of the universe come together at one precise perfect moment. You carry fear and hunger and rage and fight and fight and fight You are centuries. You are civilisations. You are your own wars. You are all women.”

Azra T

5000letters:“That undeniable spark of some long ago warrior woman lives inside your body and...

5000letters:

“That undeniable spark of some long ago warrior woman lives inside your body and you forget to see her. That bone strength of the witches burned at long forgotten alters smoulders in your stomach and you forget to hear her. You are some indomitable creature, some raging battle worn miracle. You are the coallesing creation of the universe come together at one precise perfect moment. You carry fear and hunger and rage and fight and fight and fight You are centuries. You are civilisations. You are your own wars. You are all women.”

Azra T

Hi Azra! I’m 27, and I’m new to disappointing my parents, I chose a partner they don’t approve of, moved across country, and reclaimed my independence again. It’s heartbreaking to mourn losing their presence as I knew for the past 27 years. Does it get eas

Ha! I’ve been in the industry of disappointing my parents for years. I would say that it took a lot of self love and self worth work to not hate myself for it. The blame is always there and the guilt just stings. Recently I’ve been trying to understand the toxicity in some parts of South Asian culture, the undercurrents of suffering and particularly the expectation that women suffer. I’ve decided that I don’t want to suffer and that I was brave in leaving and following what I needed. I’ve come to the realisation that my parents won’t ever understand or necessarily accept me and that’s okay. I know that I’m loved by them and almost more importantly, loved by myself. So…easier? I suppose but that longing for them lives in me and occasionally claws and I’ll live with that probably forever.

Ha! I’ve been in the industry of disappointing my parents...

Ha! I’ve been in the industry of disappointing my parents for years. I would say that it took a lot of self love and self worth work to not hate myself for it. The blame is always there and the guilt just stings. Recently I’ve been trying to understand the toxicity in some parts of South Asian culture, the undercurrents of suffering and particularly the expectation that women suffer. I’ve decided that I don’t want to suffer and that I was brave in leaving and following what I needed. I’ve come to the realisation that my parents won’t ever understand or necessarily accept me and that’s okay. I know that I’m loved by them and almost more importantly, loved by myself. So…easier? I suppose but that longing for them lives in me and occasionally claws and I’ll live with that probably forever.