Magic was sweat-slick dancing to mantle-deep beats, magic was renaming constellations after Black women because who else could be worthy? Magic was a riverside home with a big, beating heart.
“Every eighth-grade girl is rare and precious. Every eighth-grade girl is a treasure, like a priceless work of art, so you’d like to think that every eighth-grade teacher will be like a security guard in an art gallery. He’s not there to enjoy the beauty; he’s there to protect it. He’s there to enforce the rules, and Rule Number One is: DO. NOT. TOUCH. Keep your fingers, lips, and man bits off the masterpieces. It should be obvious that the Girl with a Pearl Earring deserves a chance to smile her wistful smile without some creepy guy feeling her up. Because damage to that precious work of art can be hidden, but it can never be undone.”
― Paris: A Memoir for Young Women in the Age of Influencers
― Paris: A Memoir for Young Women in the Age of Influencers
“You can’t get to know yourself if you can’t sit with yourself for a while.”
― We Deserve Monuments
― We Deserve Monuments
“There is no way out. Every painful memory, every mentor, every foe served as a chisel. A led path that has shaped me. Me. The imperfect but blessed sculpture Viola that still being chiseled.
My elixir: I am no longer ashamed of myself. I own everything that happened to me.”
― Finding Me
My elixir: I am no longer ashamed of myself. I own everything that happened to me.”
― Finding Me
“The water ebbed and flowed. The sky was cloudless, and the stars were shining, and I wanted to cry because I didn’t understand how a world so beautiful could also harbor so much pain.”
― We Deserve Monuments
― We Deserve Monuments
“I always thought falling in love would feel like an endless summer. Warm and whimsical, sugar-sweet sherbet and sparklers lighting the sky. But it was autumn now, and the world was still beautiful, and it all reminded me of her. I rested my head on her back and thought yes, hearing her laugh felt like jumping into a lake on the first day of summer vacation. But it also felt like this, like being wrapped in a the navy glow of a fall evening with golden leaves beneath our feet. It felt like an angel in a fresh layer of snow and a text message saying all schools were closed. Being around her felt like the opening of a tree bud after a long winter's sleep, and I wondered if that was what love *really* was. A four-season delight." -Avery”
― We Deserve Monuments
― We Deserve Monuments
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