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“You are not weak. You never were. Those were the lies they told you. Because a woman who sees her power is a woman who cannot be controlled.”
my mother came out of the womb a “melancholy child, obsessed with the darkness, always flirting with monsters.”
There is an acorn tattooed on the underside of her wrist. A kiss.
Maybe this is love. Maybe love is the same as worship.

