Strong & Courageous.

this here. this empty porch swing, this sepia. this is God’s country, but they stopped inviting him a long time ago. the devil isn’t called Morningstar here. he’s beyond a fallen angel - but he’s the king and everyone wants to be his queen. oh yes, everyone’s a witch, except they aren’t put on trial here. they’re the judge and jury. the old man calls himself sacred, calls his house holy. he doesn’t go to church. sinner, they whisper. you’ll go to hell. they burn him down as he sleeps. the last temple, razed to the ground. this is God’s country. but the devil’s a tenant, and everyone’s paying his rent.

I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.

Literally millions of Americans right now are telling women this: It doesn’t matter how qualified you are. It doesn’t matter how smart, capable, or experienced you are. It doesn’t matter if you are the most qualified person for your job in American History… You are still not as good as a sexist, racist, bigoted, misogynistic fuckboy who paints himself orange.

And if you’re going to love someone, do it right. Love all of them as they are. Love their past and their present and all they could be in the future. Love their ghosts and their demons and the skeletons they keep hidden in the closet. Love their bumps and their bruises and their scars. Love the parts of them that they are too afraid to show the world and the parts of them they wish they could hide. Love every single piece of them, even the pieces that are hard to love. Love them in their entirety, the way we all deserve to be loved.