Small Acts, Loud Echoes
They want you to feel powerless. That’s the point. Don’t give it to them.
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The Gist:
They want us exhausted. They want us to believe there’s no point in fighting. But every small refusal — every song, every sticker, every story, every sandwich — is a crack in the wall. This post is a collection of those cracks. You might see yourself in them. You might start one of your own.
