We are desperately, fully and completely longing for what is relatable. We need to hear the thoughts that we never dare to speak, articulated by someone else. Simple, messy, abstract or explicit.

We hide our sadness for so long…
But in that moment, for one split second, we feel the sadness of someone else meeting our own and suddenly we don’t feel alone.
What a glorious masterpiece that is.

— Hela

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