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Getting gender envy from Martha May whovea???
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Thanks Griffin McElroy, I should vote
Sometimes you need to learn from other people's mistakes. Sometimes you need to make the mistakes other people will learn from. (This is about dayquil)
Part of the bed, part of the snooze
Its frustrating because im Such a talented arguer for my own ineptitude. Ironic even
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You may love a rose.
The sight of it's blood-toned petals, ruby and stark against the flush of green it rests upon
Many love the sight of roses.
You may love a rose.
The scent of its petals intermingling with the breeze. It's pollen dancing within you.
Many love the scent of roses.
You may love a rose.
I love a rose.
I love All of a rose.
I love the sight of the petals, I love the way they feel between my teeth, the way they sting my tongue with their bitter flavor, filling my mouth. I love the leaves, thin and delicate, tracing against my skin. I love the stalks, durable and resilient, I love my fingers wrapped around them, I love them wrapped around my throat. I love the thorns. Gods do I love the thorns, I love their curves and points, their purpose and their sovereignty. I love when they break my skin, leaving traces of themselves within me. I love how parts of a rose intermingle with my blood. I love seeing the wounds they leave in the days after, I love feeling them hurt as they heal. I love the scars they leave in me. I love their roots, and one day when they grow over my body, I wi be loved by them in return.
I love roses.
The sphere observes from within the cage
Maybe if everyone realized and accepted that labels are not absolute, and that much, if not all of the human experience cannot be confined into tiny human concepts like words then I can stop listening to mircoidentity discourse.
It's not a bad thing, and I understand And appreciate that labels are many people's stepping stone into more radical self acceptance.
Maybe I just keep seeing the people on that first step, and the people who've stepped past those labels aren't talking about it online. We only see the people who need those labels because everyone else doesn't care.
