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i genuinely have no idea how long ago you sent this because i never check my tumblr but i just graduated!!! so i’m a newnham alumni lol.

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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HELLO ARE YOU A FELLOW NEWNHAMITE APPLICANT
i genuinely have no idea how long ago you sent this because i never check my tumblr but i just graduated!!! so i’m a newnham alumni lol.
1. What are the words you do not have yet? [Or, “for what do you not have words, yet?”]
2. What do you need to say? [List as many things as necessary]
3. What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence? [List as many as necessary today. Then write a new list tomorrow. And the day after. ]
4. If we have been socialized to respect fear more than our own need for language, ask yourself: “What’s the worst that could happen to me if I tell this truth?” [So, answer this today. And everyday.]
Omahyra Mota by Craig McDean for Self Service Magazine No. 46, S/S 2017
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I’m in love with you because you make me feel safe. It sounds corny and vague. People always talk about feeling safe with someone and you wonder what it even means. I still don’t really know. All I know is that when I’m with you, I feel like I’m clutching a giant thing of pepper spray or reliving a moment of being carried to bed by my parents when I was five years old and fell asleep in front of the television. All day long, I can feel fragile, like a raw nerve, and when I come home to you, it’s like I just put on the thickest winter coat and installed bulletproof windows in my apartment. ‘Honey, I’m home…and no longer terrified.
Ryan O'Connell
Letitia Wright Vogue Meets The Next Generation Of Great British Actresses
compare yourself only to your previous self
Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum — a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I’m watching over it for no one but myself.
Haruki Murakami, Pinball, 1973 (via larmoyante)
when your mom makes you talk to distant relatives
“BLACK LESBIANS,” Gay Pride Parade, London, United Kingdom, June 1985. Photo © @gettyimages
To whom do I owe the woman I have become?
Audre Lorde, Zami: A New Spelling of My Name
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