unsociable even at home

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

We were raised in, and exist in, a racist society.

Under these conditions: racism isn’t something you simply abstain from. Racism is something you must actively unlearn. 

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arthrimbaud:

“I can’t translate myself into language any more.”

— Alice Notley, from “Ruby Goes to Pieces,” Culture of One

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linashahid:

“I am slow to realize when someone mistreats me, it is always so surprising: evil is somehow unreal.”

— Édouard Levé, Autoportrait

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blazeofgold:

“Being estranged from one’s own life can be how a world reappears, becoming odd. You might become conscious of a possibility once it has receded. In Mrs. Dalloway’s consciousness, other people, other possibilities, flicker as memory. To become conscious of possibility can involve mourning for its loss. You can feel the sadness of what could have been, but was not to be. Maybe we realize: it would have been possible to live one’s life in another way. We can mourn because we didn’t even realize that we gave something up. The shape of a life can feel like a past tense; something we sense only after it has been acquired.”

— Sara Ahmed, Living a Feminist Life 
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