I was greeted by a big, beautifully white blowball while walking down the streets of Helsinki today. I held out my hand and it gently lied down on the palm of my hand. 420 more words
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Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in “sadness,” “joy,” or “regret.” Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling.