Being a Woman

Being a woman, I can hardly figure out my emotions. Is my anger coming from the parts of the brain that regulate my pure, uncontrollable desire to destroy; emerging from my seasonal insecurities thanks to the constant need to be perfect; or is it derived from my bleeding uterus? I take a seat and contemplate. To visit a small place where my feelings reside, I have to cross three long, unsteady bridges. I hate it.

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My Favorite Persons

Ada suatu kutipan yang membuatku berpikir keras karena, ya, kamu bisa merasa terhubung dengan kutipan ini, tapi tetap saja seperti ada yang salah di dalamnya.

Joice

Sejak masih dalam dekapan ibunda, tuan putri Joice selalu mendapat semua cahaya yang Ia damba.

Rigid Like a Twig

To all fathers and their tendencies to appear tough by concealing fears and sentiments: