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“Gender identification is a kind of melancholia. We learn that being one gender is prohibited to us and we internalise that prohibition, but feel it as an unexplained sense of loss and sadness.”

Judith Butler, quoted in Gender: A Graphic Guide by Meg-John Barker and Jules Scheele, p.124

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“Those who commit acts of violence are surely responsible for them; they are not dupes or mechanisms of an impersonal social force, but agents with responsibility. On the other hand, these individuals are formed, and we would be making a mistake if we reduced their actions to purely self-generated acts of will or symptoms of individual pathology of ‘evil’.”

— Judith Butler, Precarious Life

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Janet Fitch, from White Oleander

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warmth of the sun, ron hicks | from a letter to milena, franz kafka

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Casa Malaparte, Capri.

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Date nights like these >

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J.S. PARK

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“I say the philosopher teacheth, but he teacheth obscurely, so as the learned only can understand him: that is to say, he teacheth them that are already taught. But the poet is the food for the tenderest stomachs; the poet is indeed the right popular philosopher.”

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Sir Philip Sidney, Defence of Poesy

never ask me why I study literature bitchez

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  ― Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets

[text ID: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, / in secret, between the shadow and the soul.]

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Sir Philip Sidney - Song from "Arcadia"

My true love hath my heart, and I have his,

By just exchange one for an other given :

I hold his dear, and mine cannot miss,

There never was a better bargain driven :

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.

His heart in me keeps him and me in one,

My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides :

He loves my heart, for once it was his own,

I cherish his because in me it bides :

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.

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French artist/writer/filmmaker Jean Cocteau and his lover actor Jean Marais, Paris, 1939, photo by Cecil Beaton