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I wish the world was run by young women with fierce minds and fragile memories, who practice how to laugh so it seems everything is all right. The breakable women, the women for whom life can sometimes feel too much. I wish the world was run by the frangible, the tender-souled, the ones who bury tiny fallen birds, and stop for every dog along the street, and hug books to their hearts.
I wish I could give the world over to the girls who love dark angels, Byronic heroes, boys with haunted eyes who buy them roses, but only in books; girls who love everyone else in real life, because they know how good being loved feels. Girls who are at the top of their class or most popular in the office but make friends with the bullied. Girls smarter than their teachers but who read silly romances. The hopeless cases. The poets who would rather sell shoes or wait tables than make money which might keep them from poetry. The dreamers who can not bear to entirely wake up.
If only the world was run by young women who want just small things - friendship, someone holding their hand, pink flowers on cupcakes, the scent of old books, vintage dresses, babies, quiet hours in the library, trilogies, grace, being left alone, being folded into warm arms, peace. Imagine a world where they gentled us, made us dream of romance, made us care for animals and flowers; a world where we all did what we could, going so softly, to protect their innocent vision of beauty.