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When the light fades on winter afternoons, I am accustomed to feeling sad, as if some will to adjust to the world were seeping out of me.

She wanted to be extraordinary, to possess a savage glitter

What I know about living is the pain is never just ours Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window When I can see what I couldn’t see before Through the glass of my most battered dream: I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind And when it did it scattered a thousand seeds.

“I must make two honest confessions to you… First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: “I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action”; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a “more convenient season.” Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.”

[B]eing ‘good’ at femininity for women can give you value, and to give up on femininity can be to risk losing value that one has accrued over time, which can be especially significant if one feels under-valued in other ways. To be invested in an attribute that is linked to one’s subordination is an effect of subordination: one’s value becomes dependent on how one lives up to that ideal, even if the ideal is what restricts possibilities for gendered subjects.

BEING ALIVE IS A MIRACLE

person: your fly is down my pet fly: life has lost its meaning for m