When I was a kid, a very quiet girl from my school who I kind-of sort-of knew brought me a bundle of lavender, carefully wrapped in butcher paper and tied with a string. She said she’d thought of me that morning and picked it on her parents’ farm. This hasn’t come to mind in years, but I remembered it today and I’m startled by the kindness of it now, that someone who hardly knew me thought of me, and picked me lavender.
The scorpion and the swan.
My name is Alison. I'm 24 and a queer, intersectional feminist socialist, trying to make it as a starving intellectual in the metro Atlanta area. I love everything to do with people. I'm a theatre enthusiast. She/her pronouns.
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