i have abandoned my social
media platforms—this is now a documentation
of
my
becoming
*this page is somewhat self destructing
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audre lorde writes, “i have died too many deaths that were not mine”
bell hooks writes in theory as liberatory practice, “i came to theory because i was hurting—the pain within me was so intense that i could not go on living”
to my twilight homies: been thinking about this speech in the movie, anesthesia
beck’s poem on the tv show, you
one of my favourite photos of andrea, but what an ugly obituary
this conversation between bell hooks and maya angelou, there’s no place to go but up
arundhati roy “the point of the writer is to be unpopular”