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"Don't you dare fall apart now, dorogaya"
-nineteen, she/her
-main @fromrere
Everything Jude communicated to them indicated that he didn’t want to be helped. And yet he couldn’t accept that. The question was how you ignored someone’s request to be left alone—even if it meant jeopardizing the friendship. It was a wretched little koan: How can you help someone who won’t be helped while realizing that if you don’t try to help, then you’re not being a friend at all? Talk to me, he sometimes wanted to shout at Jude. Tell me things. Tell me what I need to do to make you talk to me.
- Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
The land of dreams. Where men and women in white hoods roam the streets to murder Black folks. Where written laws prohibit the Chinese from stepping upon its shores. Where immigrant children are separated from immigrant mothers on Ellis Island, never to be seen again.
Even the land of dreams needs to wake up sometimes. And though there may be beauty beneath its core rot, though it is big and open and plentiful, hiding those who want to be hidden and shining on those who wish to be remembered, it is elsewhere.
- Chloe Gong, These Violent Delights
“Sring Venka was a prim, spoiled Sinegardian princess turned lethal soldier turned brittle survivor; of course she’d walk into a war zone with red paint on her lips simply because she felt like it.”
- R. F. Kuang, The Burning God
“I do not want to be alone like this. Why have you not come back to haunt me? It is the least I would have expected of you. Why this silence day after day, night after interminable night? It is like a fog, this silence of yours. First it was a blur on the horizon, the next minute we were in the midst of it, purblind and stumbling, clinging to each other…Send back your ghost. Torment me, if you like. Rattle your chains, drag your cerements across the floor, keen like a banshee, anything. I would have a ghost.”
— John Banville, The Sea
"Heaven help me, Shae, I'm going to kill them all."
- Fonda Lee, Jade City
“How shall I hold back my soul from touching yours?”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt of “Love Song [Liebeslied]”, in Stories of God (translated by Katarina Peters) (via antigonick)
“After last night, I don’t want to waste time, Lan. I don’t want to be lying on the pavement bleeding out the last seconds of my life thinking I didn’t do everything I meant to. That I didn’t give her this one thing when I had the chance.”
- Fonda Lee, Jade City
In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart.
- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
"Even the thickest blood from the womb could run thin if given the empty space to bleed."
-Chloe Gong, These Violent Delights
“thus, though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run”
— to his coy mistress // andrew marvell