i hate feminism. not really. ok, well sort of. do you hate me now? that’s ok. (not really, because frankly, i like to be liked.) but i’ll pretend it is. because…
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i awoke to thunder so rumbling, it rattled the glass of my bedroom window panes. the weather matches my mood; on the inside, a storm rolls along, a battle of…