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header from “the transformation of silence into language and action” by audre lorde
header from “the transformation of silence into language and action” by audre lorde
When you cook for someone, this is a deliberate act of nurturing. This very simple thing is the currency of genuine intimacy.
December 8, 2025 at 10:20 AM
When you cook for someone, this is a deliberate act of nurturing. This very simple thing is the currency of genuine intimacy.
Now I remember. I came here for Homura-chan. I can’t believe I could forget something so important.
December 8, 2025 at 9:16 AM
Now I remember. I came here for Homura-chan. I can’t believe I could forget something so important.
I’m Hinata Shoyou from the concrete.
December 8, 2025 at 8:10 AM
I’m Hinata Shoyou from the concrete.
Florence… I think they’re from there! Not you, not me- but… top level? We’re echoes of this place. Of Bluffington. They’re the water dropping in the pond.
December 8, 2025 at 7:10 AM
Florence… I think they’re from there! Not you, not me- but… top level? We’re echoes of this place. Of Bluffington. They’re the water dropping in the pond.
I told you, Madoka. I’ll never let you go again.
December 8, 2025 at 6:04 AM
I told you, Madoka. I’ll never let you go again.
When my mother died, people only ever spoke to me in riddles. All I wanted was for someone to say that they were sorry for what happened to me.
December 8, 2025 at 5:01 AM
When my mother died, people only ever spoke to me in riddles. All I wanted was for someone to say that they were sorry for what happened to me.
Mabel Martin, what do you see in the heart of the collapsing star?
This house. The kingdom beyond the firmament. I saw you. I saw you. I saw you.
This house. The kingdom beyond the firmament. I saw you. I saw you. I saw you.
December 8, 2025 at 4:00 AM
Mabel Martin, what do you see in the heart of the collapsing star?
This house. The kingdom beyond the firmament. I saw you. I saw you. I saw you.
This house. The kingdom beyond the firmament. I saw you. I saw you. I saw you.
This is what tormented me, all those days I couldn’t have you. This is what I saw. Do you see what I saw? Someone worth love?
December 8, 2025 at 2:57 AM
This is what tormented me, all those days I couldn’t have you. This is what I saw. Do you see what I saw? Someone worth love?
“Truly trim is real,” Tau breathed. “Truly the universe is ruled by the connections between people.”
December 8, 2025 at 1:56 AM
“Truly trim is real,” Tau breathed. “Truly the universe is ruled by the connections between people.”
So this is a witch… my emotions have all come back to haunt me. I can’t remember anything but glimmers of light and regret.
December 8, 2025 at 12:57 AM
So this is a witch… my emotions have all come back to haunt me. I can’t remember anything but glimmers of light and regret.
The Pink Opaque was a tv show. We watched it in your basement on Saturday nights from 10:30 to 11:00. Remember? The last show before the Young Adult Network switched to black and white reruns for the night.
Yeah. But are you sure? Are you sure that's all it was?
Yeah. But are you sure? Are you sure that's all it was?
December 7, 2025 at 11:56 PM
The Pink Opaque was a tv show. We watched it in your basement on Saturday nights from 10:30 to 11:00. Remember? The last show before the Young Adult Network switched to black and white reruns for the night.
Yeah. But are you sure? Are you sure that's all it was?
Yeah. But are you sure? Are you sure that's all it was?
But all I know about human life is if I love you...I love you. And if I love you and duck it, I die.
December 7, 2025 at 10:56 PM
But all I know about human life is if I love you...I love you. And if I love you and duck it, I die.
But I had always been, first and foremost, a weapon. A machine meant for killing.
December 7, 2025 at 9:55 PM
But I had always been, first and foremost, a weapon. A machine meant for killing.
You know how wimpy I am. And because I could never bear to do something that would make someone as strong as you cry like this.
December 7, 2025 at 8:52 PM
You know how wimpy I am. And because I could never bear to do something that would make someone as strong as you cry like this.
The power to make your own identity poisonous. What a skill that would be. Whenever they whispered to each other, That Baru likes her women too much, they would hold their throats and bubble from their noses and die …
December 7, 2025 at 7:51 PM
The power to make your own identity poisonous. What a skill that would be. Whenever they whispered to each other, That Baru likes her women too much, they would hold their throats and bubble from their noses and die …
“It's all right.” Lieutenant Awn shifted her grip, put her arms around the new segment, pulled me in closer. It was shivering, still cold from suspension, and from terror. “It's all right. It'll be all right.”
December 7, 2025 at 6:52 PM
“It's all right.” Lieutenant Awn shifted her grip, put her arms around the new segment, pulled me in closer. It was shivering, still cold from suspension, and from terror. “It's all right. It'll be all right.”
Your race is appallingly alone in its world. No other mammalian species. No other ambisexual species. No animal intelligent enough even to domesticate as pets. It must color your thinking, this uniqueness.
December 7, 2025 at 5:52 PM
Your race is appallingly alone in its world. No other mammalian species. No other ambisexual species. No animal intelligent enough even to domesticate as pets. It must color your thinking, this uniqueness.
All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.
December 7, 2025 at 4:52 PM
All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.
THE PAST IS MADE OF STATIC IMAGES, DISTORTED MEMORIES, DEMENTED NOSTALGIA. THIS, THE PRESENT -- WITH ALL ITS POSSIBILITIES, INNUMERABLE HITS AND MISSES -- IS FAR SUPERIOR. IT IS A LIVING ORGANISM.
December 7, 2025 at 3:51 PM
THE PAST IS MADE OF STATIC IMAGES, DISTORTED MEMORIES, DEMENTED NOSTALGIA. THIS, THE PRESENT -- WITH ALL ITS POSSIBILITIES, INNUMERABLE HITS AND MISSES -- IS FAR SUPERIOR. IT IS A LIVING ORGANISM.
I don’t think anyone here is as afraid of you as you are.
December 7, 2025 at 2:47 PM
I don’t think anyone here is as afraid of you as you are.
Though what a child, that sips blood even before its first suck of mother’s milk!
December 7, 2025 at 1:46 PM
Though what a child, that sips blood even before its first suck of mother’s milk!
You have a gentle soul. That’s why you chose to forgive me yet again.
December 7, 2025 at 12:47 PM
You have a gentle soul. That’s why you chose to forgive me yet again.
What I was given was the thing you can’t earn, and can’t keep, and often don’t even recognize at the time; I mean joy.
December 7, 2025 at 11:46 AM
What I was given was the thing you can’t earn, and can’t keep, and often don’t even recognize at the time; I mean joy.
Sometimes when I am 100 percent loneliness by volume, I pat Big Bargains’s head in the water and whisper to her the same thing that girl whispered to me when she got tired of kissing me and holding me while I shook like a loose wire.
December 7, 2025 at 10:48 AM
Sometimes when I am 100 percent loneliness by volume, I pat Big Bargains’s head in the water and whisper to her the same thing that girl whispered to me when she got tired of kissing me and holding me while I shook like a loose wire.
It's hard to even think of him as my brother. No connection or context for the kid. He's just a name and a letter.
December 7, 2025 at 9:46 AM
It's hard to even think of him as my brother. No connection or context for the kid. He's just a name and a letter.