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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
Is that… a witch?
Please try not to look scared. Despite her appearance, she’s the most hurt.
Please try not to look scared. Despite her appearance, she’s the most hurt.
November 17, 2025 at 7:01 AM
Is that… a witch?
Please try not to look scared. Despite her appearance, she’s the most hurt.
Please try not to look scared. Despite her appearance, she’s the most hurt.
Whatever horrors you may find in these dark spaces, have heart and see them through. There are no premature endings. There are no wrong decisions. There are only fresh perspectives and new beginnings. This is a love story.
November 17, 2025 at 5:56 AM
Whatever horrors you may find in these dark spaces, have heart and see them through. There are no premature endings. There are no wrong decisions. There are only fresh perspectives and new beginnings. This is a love story.
Someday, together, we'll shine.
November 17, 2025 at 4:57 AM
Someday, together, we'll shine.
The corpse’s mouth was soft and rough and cold, and did not respond to Nona’s mouth, but a tremble went through the upper body.
November 17, 2025 at 3:57 AM
The corpse’s mouth was soft and rough and cold, and did not respond to Nona’s mouth, but a tremble went through the upper body.
“You are thinking!” Elphaba cried. Galinda raised herself to her elbows at the enthusiasm in her roomie’s voice.
“I am about to sleep, because this is profoundly boring to me,” Galinda said, but Elphaba was grinning from ear to ear.
“I am about to sleep, because this is profoundly boring to me,” Galinda said, but Elphaba was grinning from ear to ear.
November 17, 2025 at 2:56 AM
“You are thinking!” Elphaba cried. Galinda raised herself to her elbows at the enthusiasm in her roomie’s voice.
“I am about to sleep, because this is profoundly boring to me,” Galinda said, but Elphaba was grinning from ear to ear.
“I am about to sleep, because this is profoundly boring to me,” Galinda said, but Elphaba was grinning from ear to ear.
Elphaba had a bad case of what Galinda called the reading sulks. Elphaba didn’t curl up—she was too bony to curl—but she jackknifed herself nearer to herself, her funny pointed green nose poking in the moldy leaves of a book.
November 17, 2025 at 1:57 AM
Elphaba had a bad case of what Galinda called the reading sulks. Elphaba didn’t curl up—she was too bony to curl—but she jackknifed herself nearer to herself, her funny pointed green nose poking in the moldy leaves of a book.
The shame saves me, too. I can't grow, and I can't live, and I can't change without knowing when I’m wrong.
November 17, 2025 at 12:57 AM
The shame saves me, too. I can't grow, and I can't live, and I can't change without knowing when I’m wrong.
New york, I love you, but you're bringing me down. Like a death of the heart. Jesus, where do I start? But you're still the one pool where I'd happily drown
November 16, 2025 at 11:57 PM
New york, I love you, but you're bringing me down. Like a death of the heart. Jesus, where do I start? But you're still the one pool where I'd happily drown
For a while, loudness was an answer for loneliness. Prayers once whispered became chanted. He would sing while harvesting the little tomatoes he lived on. He would stand at the front of the ship, and with every door open, scream.
November 16, 2025 at 10:57 PM
For a while, loudness was an answer for loneliness. Prayers once whispered became chanted. He would sing while harvesting the little tomatoes he lived on. He would stand at the front of the ship, and with every door open, scream.
“Please, Aminata.” All those stolen hours in the larder making codes. They must still count for something. “You can still call me Baru.”
November 16, 2025 at 9:56 PM
“Please, Aminata.” All those stolen hours in the larder making codes. They must still count for something. “You can still call me Baru.”
“This is the end, thought Melena. Her brain was too foggy to think anything else, and she said it again and again, as if to prevent it from being true.
This is the beginning, thought Frex, but of what?
This is the beginning, thought Frex, but of what?
November 16, 2025 at 8:57 PM
“This is the end, thought Melena. Her brain was too foggy to think anything else, and she said it again and again, as if to prevent it from being true.
This is the beginning, thought Frex, but of what?
This is the beginning, thought Frex, but of what?
“Wouldn’t stop crying,” an aunt said, “until that bird started calling, that big ugly cormorant. And she stopped crying so she could listen. Ugliest thing she could hear, and she loved it.”
November 16, 2025 at 7:57 PM
“Wouldn’t stop crying,” an aunt said, “until that bird started calling, that big ugly cormorant. And she stopped crying so she could listen. Ugliest thing she could hear, and she loved it.”
She remembers the moment that opportunity came. When she felt a soul telling her story, and her story telling that soul: I am here, I am you, you are I, you are here. And off she went, slithering happily into that most comfortable, treacherous groove: serendura, you came for me …
November 16, 2025 at 6:58 PM
She remembers the moment that opportunity came. When she felt a soul telling her story, and her story telling that soul: I am here, I am you, you are I, you are here. And off she went, slithering happily into that most comfortable, treacherous groove: serendura, you came for me …
She's fun, she makes me laugh, I like her ridiculous plans. I think she's complicated and layered. I dunno.
November 16, 2025 at 5:56 PM
She's fun, she makes me laugh, I like her ridiculous plans. I think she's complicated and layered. I dunno.
She prompted: So what did you do?
He said: A damned thing, didn’t I.
She said: When is the part where you hurt me?
He said: Soon. It’s coming up.
She said: I still love you.
And in the dream he rubbed his temple with his thumb and said: You always say that, Harrowhark.
He said: A damned thing, didn’t I.
She said: When is the part where you hurt me?
He said: Soon. It’s coming up.
She said: I still love you.
And in the dream he rubbed his temple with his thumb and said: You always say that, Harrowhark.
November 16, 2025 at 4:56 PM
She prompted: So what did you do?
He said: A damned thing, didn’t I.
She said: When is the part where you hurt me?
He said: Soon. It’s coming up.
She said: I still love you.
And in the dream he rubbed his temple with his thumb and said: You always say that, Harrowhark.
He said: A damned thing, didn’t I.
She said: When is the part where you hurt me?
He said: Soon. It’s coming up.
She said: I still love you.
And in the dream he rubbed his temple with his thumb and said: You always say that, Harrowhark.
You cannot be obsessed with me forever. I’ve brought you to a place of some safety. Now you must go on without me.
November 16, 2025 at 3:57 PM
You cannot be obsessed with me forever. I’ve brought you to a place of some safety. Now you must go on without me.
I gave her my whole life, said Gideon, and unsheathed her blade.
November 16, 2025 at 2:56 PM
I gave her my whole life, said Gideon, and unsheathed her blade.
But now you are not on Palisade. You are, for the first time in the Divine Cycle, looking up at the sky from a place familiar to you, and me, and the listeners. From the planet nearest to the center of the galaxy: Earth.
November 16, 2025 at 1:55 PM
But now you are not on Palisade. You are, for the first time in the Divine Cycle, looking up at the sky from a place familiar to you, and me, and the listeners. From the planet nearest to the center of the galaxy: Earth.
It is no secret. All power is one in source and end, I think. Years and distances, stars and candles, water and wind and wizardry, the craft in a man’s hand and the wisdom in a tree’s root: they all arise together.
November 16, 2025 at 12:56 PM
It is no secret. All power is one in source and end, I think. Years and distances, stars and candles, water and wind and wizardry, the craft in a man’s hand and the wisdom in a tree’s root: they all arise together.
Neither man nor woman, neither and both, cyclic, lunar, metamorphosing under the hand’s touch, changelings in the human cradle, they were no flesh of mine, no friends; no love between us.
November 16, 2025 at 11:56 AM
Neither man nor woman, neither and both, cyclic, lunar, metamorphosing under the hand’s touch, changelings in the human cradle, they were no flesh of mine, no friends; no love between us.
I can finally see what they mean when they say... magic is meant for helping others. Or how easy it must be to draw for someone... if you just imagine the smile she'll wear when you show her the spell.
November 16, 2025 at 10:56 AM
I can finally see what they mean when they say... magic is meant for helping others. Or how easy it must be to draw for someone... if you just imagine the smile she'll wear when you show her the spell.
By then Tisarwat had calmed again somewhat. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I can’t get it back for either of us. But it will be all right. Somehow it will.” She didn’t answer, and five minutes later, exhausted from events and from her despair and her grief, she fell asleep.
November 16, 2025 at 9:55 AM
By then Tisarwat had calmed again somewhat. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I can’t get it back for either of us. But it will be all right. Somehow it will.” She didn’t answer, and five minutes later, exhausted from events and from her despair and her grief, she fell asleep.
I mean a proper good-bye to a woman, before we parted. A good-bye that was … decent, pleasant, kind. I’ve had three lovers now. One was Tain Hu, one was an asshole, and one was you. I’m glad I get to say good-bye to you.
November 16, 2025 at 8:55 AM
I mean a proper good-bye to a woman, before we parted. A good-bye that was … decent, pleasant, kind. I’ve had three lovers now. One was Tain Hu, one was an asshole, and one was you. I’m glad I get to say good-bye to you.
We had an argument.
November 16, 2025 at 7:56 AM
We had an argument.
“You gave me help when I needed it,” Jon Snow said.
“I gave you nothing,” Tyrion said. “Words.”
“I gave you nothing,” Tyrion said. “Words.”
November 16, 2025 at 6:54 AM
“You gave me help when I needed it,” Jon Snow said.
“I gave you nothing,” Tyrion said. “Words.”
“I gave you nothing,” Tyrion said. “Words.”