breaking us down

“what we find love to be is what love is… love is many parts”

you know… she may have not passed year 8 at school.
she may be illiterate. and she can’t solve basic maths problems. she may not be able to really grasp the concept of religion, philosophy or politics. and she may have to get me to fill in forms for her. she will never work in an office. and my sisters i overtook her intelligence several years ago.
yeah… even though she’ll never be ‘smart’… or even be able to do her own tax return,
my mum really is is so fucking wise sometimes.
even when she’s half asleep.

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