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Zaid Shlah, from “Thirty-Three Beads on a String,” Inclined to Speak: An Anthology of Contemporary Arab American Poetry (via lifeinpoetry)

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— Jorge Amado, from “Porciúncula The Mulatto Got the Corpse Off his Back,”

“Camille?“ Her voice quiet and girlish and unsure. ”You know how people sometimes say they have to hurt because if they don’t, they’re so numb they won’t feel anything?“ “Mmm.” “What if it’s the opposite?” Amma whispered. “What if you hurt because it feels so good? Like you have a tingling, like someone left a switch on in your body. And nothing can turn that switch off except hurting? What does that mean?” I pretended to be asleep. I pretended not to feel her fingers tracing vanish over and over on the back of my neck.

I’m here waiting for you. (via coral)

— Euripides, Hekabe (trans. by Anne Carson)

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

Octavia Blake Outfit Appreciation (5.02 - Red Queen)