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Oct 10 2020 GMT23:04
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There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
-Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
In my twenties I worked hard- too hard- and I didn’t know why. To impress boys? To buy a purse I’d inevitably lose? To be able to say that I was worth something to the capitalist machine? I now know I was working toward this- a room of one‘s own, a room with a view. A place where my mind does not need to constrict to fit impossible shapes or please impossible customers. A place where my story gives birth to other stories. On , I honor every woman who fights for the sliver of space she deserves- where she is more than a diagnosis and where she can truly breathe. I will never stop trying to tell our stories. analysis
This post got 139% more likes
compared to @lenadunham's average. It uses 50% less hashtags
and its caption is 29% longer

63,163
465
Sep 14 2020 GMT17:47
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Jessa just saying the things we’re all thinking about ourselves in quarantine. (Why do I wake up every day with random Tik Tok sounds in my head, like I’m living my life as a series of 30 second challenges?) analysis
This post got 99% more likes
compared to @lenadunham's average. It uses 50% less hashtags
and its caption is 63% shorter

61,153
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Sep 19 2020 GMT00:13
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Truly believed she was eternal- we needed her to be eternal. What she means to our past was only rivaled by what she still meant for our futures. There are no proper words to thank Ruth Bader Ginsburg- all we can do is promise to keep fighting in her name, for the many freedoms she gave us and the rights she proclaimed as unassailable. Rest in ferocity, , knowing you really did it. (Incredible art by @bijoukarman) analysis
This post got 92% more likes
compared to @lenadunham's average. It uses 100% more hashtags
and its caption is 26% shorter
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Sep 16 2020 GMT18:01
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Week 4 of my quarantine looked like this - sunshine bleaching the remaining illness from my bones. Sharp angles and a soft mind. Staying in isolation 24/7 (save for the coyotes) not because I was COVID positive but because I didn’t feel useful or worth much. But I woke every morning to stand and face the city like the wobbly prow of a sad little ship. And I learned to trust time - 10 seconds turn to twenty turn to sixty and then you’ve been healing for a minute. Minutes become hours which becomes days. And suddenly you’ve wracked up enough time to feel like a version of yourself you have some love for. I reminded myself how many times I have doubted my body and how many times she has pulled through for me, like a shitty Honda on a road trip. And one day this hoodie gave way to a dress, and I made my way down the mountain to the home I know and love and I wrote and ate grapes and found myself bouncing to whatever filthy beat was on the radio. That’s enough of a definition of healing for me. But I like this photo as a reminder of the impossible part right in the middle - the part that feels like fingering a cactus. If you’re in it, and I know it feels like a resting place and not limbo, you’re coming out. Don’t force your pants back on too soon because they’ll appear when it’s time. One day you’ll look around and you’ll be eating your own fruit of choice, shaking your head like a dog to a song you love and you’ll recognize yourself exquisitely. You won’t care about any bullshit (who your hookup friend moved onto in the empty space, what your mom thinks of her bitch neighbor, infighting around COVID protection attitudes in your friend group.) Quite simply, the chance to be present for any of it, the gratitude of presence, all of it will bring you to your knees. (Sharing some content today on stories..stay tuned!) analysis
This post got 221% more likes
compared to @lenadunham's average. It uses 50% less hashtags
and its caption is 228% longer

76,013
996
Oct 10 2020 GMT23:04
captions
There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
-Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
In my twenties I worked hard- too hard- and I didn’t know why. To impress boys? To buy a purse I’d inevitably lose? To be able to say that I was worth something to the capitalist machine? I now know I was working toward this- a room of one‘s own, a room with a view. A place where my mind does not need to constrict to fit impossible shapes or please impossible customers. A place where my story gives birth to other stories. On , I honor every woman who fights for the sliver of space she deserves- where she is more than a diagnosis and where she can truly breathe. I will never stop trying to tell our stories. analysis
This post got 193% more likes
compared to @lenadunham's average. It uses 50% less hashtags
and its caption is 29% longer

63,163
465
Sep 14 2020 GMT17:47
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Jessa just saying the things we’re all thinking about ourselves in quarantine. (Why do I wake up every day with random Tik Tok sounds in my head, like I’m living my life as a series of 30 second challenges?) analysis
This post got 37% more likes
compared to @lenadunham's average. It uses 50% less hashtags
and its caption is 63% shorter