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Magda sees the thoughts racing about your head, the feelings you’ve buried over this, and starts caressing your belly. Lets her hand race down to land between your thighs and strokes gently. This tugs your attention from your worries and hurt, and you allow it. How a simple touch can silence things. Can return you to her. Can root you to a promise of pleasure—a feeling so entirely different and unknown to you that it makes you feel less shameful when you spill your family’s secrets so liberally.

Image "Lipstick Erotic", by Pasha Laponog. Text from "How Were We to Know?" by myself, Riley Hlatshwayo.

A tale of a young girl who defied a curse that said the first-born child will die. A mother mourning a daughter while she's alive. Siblings pining over one girl. A girl choosing a girl over her brother. A broken heart setting the world aflame and the town to kill.

How We We to Know reimagines the Crucifixion of Christ in a way so contemporary, it becomes its own story, canon in a world that thrives on censorship and erasure.

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Real!

“It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.”

— Philip K. Dick

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“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”

- Sylvia Plath

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Glass Onion (2022) + Art

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“Let everything happen to you: Beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Go to the Limits of Your Longing

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Principle of her life, practically: to demand nothing of anyone.

— Sally Rooney, Intermezzo

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Annie's Ibiza Fall 2024

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You hold yourself so well, people would never suspect you're going through hell.

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— Donte Collins

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Destroy the myth that libraries are no longer relevant. If you use your library, please reblog.

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What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

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How do you create these posts I love them

aww thanks! so, i get all of my photos from pinterest then i add them all in one post here, on tumblr. as for the captions, they are either quotes i've found or lines i've formed myself. hope this helps! <3333

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to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. by A History of My Brief Body by Billy-Ray Belcourt

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My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.

Virginia Woolf Selected Letters

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Review: All Boys Aren’t Blue: A Memoir Manifesto Author: George M. Johnson Publisher: Farrar Straus Giroux Pages: 304 Review copy: Digital ARC via Netgalley & Purchased copy Availability: On shelves now

Summary: In a series of personal essays, prominent journalist and LGBTQIA+ activist George M. Johnson explores his childhood, adolescence, and college years in New Jersey and Virginia. From the memories of getting his teeth kicked out by bullies at age five, to flea marketing with his loving grandmother, to his first sexual relationships, this young-adult memoir weaves together the trials and triumphs faced by Black queer boys.

Both a primer for teens eager to be allies as well as a reassuring testimony for young queer men of color, All Boys Aren’t Blue covers topics such as gender identity, toxic masculinity, brotherhood, family, structural marginalization, consent, and Black joy. Johnson’s emotionally frank style of writing will appeal directly to young adults.

My review: “be BOLD and BRAVE and QUEER” is the message on the back of this book. George M. Johnson has done just that in this his memoir manifesto which is a very public declaration of his life and intentions.

Throughout the book, Johnson is sharing intimate details about gender, sexuality, and race while also showing how each of these things affect how he has been seen and how he sees the world. He shares hard truths like, “my life story is proof that no amount of money, love, or support can protect you from a society intent on killing you for your Blackness.” He also shares family love. Much of this book seemed to be a love letter to his grandmother - Nanny. He shares traumas and the complicated messiness of life. You’ll even bump into a few brief history lessons that show how the telling of history can be so very different depending on who is telling it and what they think of the students they’re telling it to. There’s so much here to appreciate. And yes, because there is some heavy stuff here, the delivery can be pretty serious, but Johnson’s playfulness and sense of humor also rings out here and there.

Recommendation: Get it now. There are painful moments in this book for sure, but there is also joy and much love. This book is an act of bravery and helps readers see one experience of being queer and Black right now. For some, this may be one of the first times they truly see themselves on the page. For others, this is an opportunity to see the many things they have in common with someone they may have believed was very different from them.

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If she on tumblr , she a keeper.

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If you're happy in a dream, does that count?

— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things