Me: Hey bb, can you cheer me up?
B: What's up M?
Me: Just cheer me up.
Me: Remind me of fun things.
B: Like nights at pancake parlour, via gra and a car that smells of crayons sort of fun?
Me: Yes, exactly!

"A woman of color’s self-love is political and radical, and it is unsettling for the status quo because she is choosing bravely to dismantle the narratives of racist aesthetics against her. So when people bully a girl of color for being content and satisfied with her appearance - a reality that is subjected to racist, sexist slurs in cosmetic ( Read more... )

Fuck was the best word. The most dangerous word. You couldn't whisper it ( Read more... )

“Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache ( Read more... )

Love is not passion as I had once thought. It is constancy, the small and unnoticed goodnesses of the faithful and beloved. It is in your actions during times of pain and hardship. And more often than not it is me standing beside you whether we are together or not.

Loving you is different. It's not the passive recollected love staggered out over many a feebled year. It's a teenagery besotted love that overwhelms and screams and which I try to tamp back in like gunpowder into a rifle. I balk at the feeling as if there is a piece of it still stuck in my throat unprepared to be completely swallowed. I don't want ( Read more... )

The thing that divides the children from the adults is that children know it's us against them - how right they are - and adults are children who grew up and are comfortable being them. Two terrible images flashed before me. One was that life was like an unruly horse that rears up and kicks you in the head. And the other was that my life was like a ( Read more... )

"What was interesting about being the needy one was how much in love you felt. It was almost worth it."

Jeffrey Eugenides

Kumiko and I felt something for each other from the beginning. It was not one of those strong, impulsive feelings that can hit two people like an electric shock when they first meet, but something quieter and gentler, like two tiny lights traveling in tandem through a vast darkness and drawing imperceptibly closer to each other as they go. As our ( Read more... )

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