Elizabeth

“Real love feels less like a throbbing, pulsing animal begging for its freedom and beating against the inside of my chest and more like, 'Hey, that place you like had fish tacos today and i got you some while i was out', as it sets a bag spotted with grease on the dining room table. It's not a game you don't understand the rules of, or a test you never got the materials to study for. It never leaves you wondering who could possibly be texting at 3 am. Or what you could possibly do to make it come home and stay there. It's fucking boring, dude. I don't walk around mired in uneasiness, waiting for the other shoe to drop. No parsing through spun tales about why it took her so long to come back from the store. No checking her emails or calling her job to make sure she's actually there. No sitting in my car outside her house at dawn, to make sure she's alone when she leaves. This feels safe, and steadfast, and predictable. And secure. It's boring as shit. And it's easily the best thing I've ever felt.”
― Samantha Irby, We Are Never Meeting in Real Life.

“To learn to swim in the ocean of not-knowing- this is my constant work.”
― Suleika Jaouad, Between Two Kingdoms: A Memoir of a Life Interrupted

“I am not promiscuous with my warmth, but when I share it, my warmth can be as hot as the sun.”
― Roxane Gay, Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body

“We've got to get on the same page before we can turn it.”
― Heather McGhee, The Sum of Us: What Racism Costs Everyone and How We Can Prosper Together