“you // are your own // soul mate” — rupi kaur, milk and honey ✨ • This collection of poetry was gorgeous! I read and reread most of the poems. I savoured them. Took as much time as I could with them. They’re genuinely hard-hitting, raw, full of emotion and so meaningful. 📚 • ‘milk and honey’ is split into four parts, taking the reader on a journey about love and all the forms it manifests into. It speaks about family, absentee parents, cultural standards that are called out for its bullshit, but also leading you into a direction that makes you come to terms with why it exists. Empathy. It speaks of the healthy, passionate type of good love, and the one where you cannot distinguish what’s healthy anymore, damaging your soul in the process, but then ultimately you rising to establish and recognising your self-worth. Healing. 📚 • This collection is strong. Daring. It’s empowering. For me it gives a whole new meaning to being selfish: damn fuckin’ right, I’ll focus on me. I’ll prioritise me. My wellbeing, my worth and happiness above anyone else’s. 📚
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January, sliding in right on time.
