“Maybe you just have to live for the small things, like being called pretty or someone picking up the pen you dropped or laughing so hard that your stomach hurts. Maybe that’s all that really matters at the end of the day.” -Tianna Kavanagh
For me, queer means radiant darkness, radical love, and a million and one ways to resist and decolonize. Queer is imbued with deep spirituality and sweetness.
- Edward Ndopu
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Love doesn’t just sit there like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
- Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
(Source: seabois)
I used to be a hopeless romantic. I am still a hopeless romantic. I used to believe that love was the highest value. I still believe that love is the highest value. I don’t expect to be happy. I don’t imagine that I will find love, whatever that means, or that if I do find it, it will make me happy. I don’t think of love as the answer or the solution. I think of love as a force of nature - as strong as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming, as drought-making as it is live-giving. And when it burns out, the planet dies. My little orbit of life circles love. I dare not get any closer. I’m not a mystic seeking final communion. I don’t go out without SPF 15. I protect myself. But today, when the sun is everywhere, and everything solid is nothing but its own shadow, I know that the real things in life, the things I remember, the things I turn over in my hands, are not houses, bank accounts, prizes or promotions. What I remember is love - all love - love of this dirt road, this sunrise, a day by the river, the stranger I met in a café. Myself, even, which is the hardest thing of all to love, because love and selfishness are not the same thing. It is easy to be selfish. It is hard to love who I am. No wonder I am surprised if you do.
- Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping
(Source: violentwavesofemotion)
Only in silence the word,
only in dark the light,
only in dying life:
bright the hawk’s flight
on the empty sky.
- Ursula K. LeGuin, A Wizard of Earthsea
(Source: sarwaaa)
Diaspora is simultaneously a state of being and a process of becoming, a kind of voyage that encompasses the possibility of never arriving or returning, a navigation of multiple belongings.
- Paul Tiyambe Zeleza
(Source: genetparadise)
Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.
- Mary Oliver