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“Meet the girl I wanted more than any other in my life.” “Did I want her tho, or did I want to be her?” https://t.co/dnDi4ODl5G


a follow up to https://t.co/ImSQA6VJvb

Did I want her, or to be her? The answer was both. How much I wanted to be her got in the way of being with her. When she judged me, it was as if I judged myself. Today, I walk around, and in many ways, I am more her. https://t.co/KofajnU4mu

Now, being with her, having my own version of it, whatever it meant to me, I can more properly regard her in herself. I don’t need her to be an externalised part of me anymore, because I have it. https://t.co/blG1u5MoID

Now . . . I see it differently. The anima is part of *me.* There’s something I’m unhappy about—not settled with. Yes, I was content, and all this, but I yearned for something more: a certain aesthetic way of living, unpretentiously, that I saw in L and E and wanted for myself. https://t.co/TiXg6hJYbW