4:58 p.m. - 2019-09-14
wishtheywouldletmefalldowndowndown
It is the thing I like most about being my mother, Moreso than sly manipulations that everyone says we’re bad at (And yet somehow what needs to change still changes) More than our brittle public facade Mine is never painted on, but it is still there More than our will to slot everyone’s jigsawed parts together It’s shaking out my curls, and declaring a loud okay, where the o carries through the house like a battlecry where if I can just remember that I can conjure strength by the mere declaration that all will be right in the world. -Battlecry of Mother's Day I forget who I am all the time. I think this is my worst trait.
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