every time I reblog this my sister sends me a message to the effect of “thank u for reposting that cat video on your tumblr i have seen it so many times but it delights me every time because their paws are so gentle and graceful”
Soulmates are not your ~other half~, that’s just nonsense. You are a whole person already, not half a person. A soulmate isn’t even inherently romantic. A soulmate is just the other sock in a matched set. You’re still a whole, complete sock on your own, you are perfectly functional paired with any other sock, it’s just that it’s even better when you match. A soulmate is literally just the person who makes your soul go “!!! Same hat!!!” and wave excitedly.
i love this
this is literally the only interpretation of “soulmate” that I can tolerate or accept
Men
think of themselves as rock, hard as stone. So they are. Hard, brittle,
easily broken. Women, though, we are mostly water. Sea around us, sea
inside us. When I hurt I remember that. I remember what water is, what
it does. Flows, changes, it endures. Far longer than the rock.
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