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Margaret Atwood, from “Owl Song”, Selected Poems, 1965-1975
Happy pride month, don't lose focus on the movement going on tho. Be gay, do crimes. Be gay, protest. Be gay while supporting black lives matter. You have the range
it hits different when your parents are the reason your dreams will never come true
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
— Haruki Murakami
Would I lose a friend over a difference of opinion in politics? No.
But I would lose a friend over a difference in ethics, morality, justice, integrity, the rule of law, and common human decency. Some lines can’t be crossed. There are some things too wrong to be overlooked. There are words, beliefs and behaviors too dangerous to be ignored.
“why am i comfortable with my identity as long as i don’t have to face it? i have so much pride for everyone, i stand for equality and the destruction of discrimination and yet the first person is discriminate is myself.”
— giulswrites
I am
I am;
a culmination of everything I wanted to be, everything I used to be
the possibilities behind a door without a key
the wreck of the havoc you brought upon me
and the remains of your darkest thoughts that won't leave me free
I am the residue of what could have been you and me.