[riotd]

i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything

[petaltexturedskies]

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[paper-wounds]

via

[paper-wounds]

[thisandthatandeverythinginbtween]

This.

[sawasawako]

- lighthousekeeping, jeanette winterson

[wovi]

[cidadesitiada]

“Não quero ser compreendida, quero ser amada, respondi ao estudante de olhos asiáticos que se queixava, não entendeu o sentido de alguns dos meus contos. Ninguém compreende mesmo ninguém, difíceis as pessoas. As coisas. Quero apenas que meu leitor seja o meu parceiro e cúmplice no ato criador que é ansiedade e sofrimento. Busca e celebração.”

Durante Aquele Estranho Chá, Lygia Fagundes Telles

[frailbug]

you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way

[recitandote]

Elas, as poesias, conversavam com alguma coisa que eu tinha dentro de mim e proporcionavam a mesma felicidade que eu sentia ao ouvir orikis, embora nem sempre fossem alegres, como não era a grande maioria. Mas, mesmo sendo tristes, eu as sentia, e era isso que me deixava feliz.

Ana Maria Gonçalves

In: Um defeito de cor

[corpoinsurrecto]

“Tudo o que sei sobre o tempo é que os dias se sucedem, eu sinto sono e durmo, sinto fome e como. E, é claro, eu conto. A cada trinta dias, digo que um mês se passou: mas são apenas palavras, elas não me dão realmente o tempo. Será que nunca se tem o tempo, quando se está sozinho?”

Trecho de Eu que nunca conheci os homens, Jacqueline Harpman

[wovi]

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the ladies’ home journal, sept 1948

[drowsyspace]

[wovi]

*

joy sullivan

[lustcannibalism]

anxious attachment hiding under 9 layers of avoidance

[werenotreallystrangers]

you don't just marry a person. you marry their ecosystem. their food. the temperature of their house. their sleep schedule. their friends.their family. their way of moving through the world

[kosmogrl]

[oaluz]

We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit because what was native was stolen from us, the love of Black women for each other. But we can practice being gentle with each other by being gentle with that piece of ourselves that is hardest to hold, by giving more to the brave bruised girlchild within each of us, by expecting a little less from her gargantuan efforts to excel. We can love her in the light as well as in the darkness, quiet her frenzy towards perfection and encourage her attentions towards fulfillment... As we arm ourselves with ourselves and each other, we can stand toe to toe inside that rigorous loving and begin to speak the impossible—or what has always seemed like the impossible—to one another. The first step towards genuine change. Eventually, if we speak the truth to each other, it will become unavoidable to ourselves.

Audre Lorde, "Eye to Eye," Sister Outsider