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I’ve finally heard Let It Go from Frozen (I resisted as long as possible, but this song is EVERYWHERE. It’s even on NPR, which is the antithesis of a Disney musical cartoon), it’s in my head at the slightest provocation. I feel my black heart giving into itself. I have a conversation about other people’s expectations. Someone wants me to be a “good girl.” Someone says Frozen. Someone says the cold bothers them. Someone says the cold doesn’t bother them (anyway). Someone tells me to let go the deep-seated resentment resentment I feel. I walk down the frozen food aisle at the grocery store. I finally do what I want. I tell someone I’m going. I let something happen.
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