This is a subtle truth: whatever you love, you are.
― Rumi
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
― Ernest Hemingway 


dreamin’ that “steal my girl” will actually be “you can’t steal my girl because she’s not mine, she’s not yours, she’s not an object at all, she does who and what she pleases, let’s all take a minute to celebrate her autonomy”

not, like, getting my hopes up about it. just dreamin’