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“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” —Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” —Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
“The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love—whether we call it friendship or family or romance—is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light.” —James Baldwin, Nothing Personal
Your skin is summer night and your kiss is all I want.
Your skin is summer night and your kiss is all I want.
All loves aren’t created equal. Some spring from the earth and wrap around and twine through our souls like vines. Some are plants that start with tiny seeds in your heart and blossom over time, nurtured by years and commitment.
There aren’t enough sonnets for friendship. Not enough songs for the kind of love not born of blood or body but of time and care. They are the ones we choose to laugh and cry and live with. When lovers come and go, friends are the ones who remain. We are each other’s constants.
“You accept a man shitting on you,” she used to say, “he’ll make himself at home. There’s no three strikes. You use me, take me for granted, you prove you don’t deserve to be in my life.”
“I am out with lanterns looking for myself.” —Emily Dickinson, personal correspondence
Motherhood truly is a thankless endeavor sometimes. We sacrifice everything for these people who never really understand what we’ve done for them.
Motherhood truly is a thankless endeavor sometimes. We sacrifice everything for these people who never really understand what we’ve done for them.
“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.” —bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions
“I’ve come to realize that a woman who wants more and realizes she deserves it is a dangerous thing.”
When you hurt the way we women sometimes have to, when you lose so much, when the world ends over and over and over again, we are no longer butterflies. Those wings are much too fragile to carry us on and through. I’m a hornet. I can love. And I can sting.
“I fall in love with myself and I want someone to share it with me.” —Eartha Kitt, iconic actress
Your skin is summer night and your kiss is all I want.
Your skin is summer night and your kiss is all I want.
