I usually bring a large doubt inside mind, and also it’s often about absolutely love — and life.
“p age rsonal organization” and “real love” — specifically, whether some body may adore us when they read north america differently (minimal plus much more superficially) than we see our selves; if there is no “true” reality, consequently which form of “us” are real? Can we create last state in who we’re and the way we should be seen (and loved?) (Side note: after 3 years and a great number of records, Emma Lindsay’s composition “Fish Love” might nearest and best address I stumbled upon.)
Just the previous year, it has been around psychological abuse — and exactly what comprises it — which mean healthy vs. deadly appreciate. (bell hooks encountered the best feedback here.)