Lois Mei-en | all children must be freed
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alien in the space opera 🌊🪐 asian american writer of sci-fi, poetry, fantasy, + horror @ Apex Magazine, The Offing, + Tram Editions 🐚🌱 https://linktr.ee/loismeien // http://gazafunds.com
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I mean, anyone can free themselves from the egotism of believing that the presidency is the real goal, rather than serving the people. He happens to have had that forced on him, but people could volunteer too!
November 5, 2025 at 9:02 PM
I mean, anyone can free themselves from the egotism of believing that the presidency is the real goal, rather than serving the people. He happens to have had that forced on him, but people could volunteer too!
Reposted by Lois Mei-en | all children must be freed
"You don’t need to have a blueprint for the revolution. You need a next move. Because it’s not too late to help someone, to be a moral person, or to fight for another future." organizingmythoughts.org/we-have-to-m...
October 24, 2025 at 8:22 PM
"You don’t need to have a blueprint for the revolution. You need a next move. Because it’s not too late to help someone, to be a moral person, or to fight for another future." organizingmythoughts.org/we-have-to-m...
Reposted by Lois Mei-en | all children must be freed
Imagine, after a year of ash, seeing color and thinking your eyes are malfunctioning.
Dust has become my permanent backdrop, and smoke the only sunset we know.
Beauty itself now feels dangerous, as if it were an act of defiance in a world that worships ruin.
Dust has become my permanent backdrop, and smoke the only sunset we know.
Beauty itself now feels dangerous, as if it were an act of defiance in a world that worships ruin.
October 24, 2025 at 10:55 PM
Imagine, after a year of ash, seeing color and thinking your eyes are malfunctioning.
Dust has become my permanent backdrop, and smoke the only sunset we know.
Beauty itself now feels dangerous, as if it were an act of defiance in a world that worships ruin.
Dust has become my permanent backdrop, and smoke the only sunset we know.
Beauty itself now feels dangerous, as if it were an act of defiance in a world that worships ruin.