razzberry

because misspelling my favorite berry felt like the right amount of effort

I dream of never being called resilient again in my life. I’m exhausted by strength. I want support. I want softness. I want ease. I want to be amongst kin, not patted on the back for how well I take a hit, or for how many.

Zandashé L’orelia Brown
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