Katelyn

“Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.”
― Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

“If no black boys were murdered we would have voices that speak in song and the music we’d make would birth storms We all can walk on water as long as we never said no anti-black shit If we lit a candle for every pain hurled towards the trans community whole planets would be up in smoke If we planted a tree for every word against women the ground would lose sight of the sun A dead child’s name at the top of your lungs like an earth-splitting lightning rod has the power to remember them back One in three black girls learn to swim by being chased away from the shallow end of a brown community pool Two out of five black families know death as that play cousin who sleeps over under comforters on the living room floor”
― Kwame Alexander, This Is the Honey: An Anthology of Contemporary Black Poets

“From the very beginnings of settler colonialism, innocence was forcibly stripped from black girls and women through a pervasive and endemic process of hypersexualization and exploitation by white men that disregarded their personal autonomy, violated their bodies repeatedly, and then projected the responsibility for this fetishization and objectification back onto the women themselves.”
― Ruby Hamad, White Tears/Brown Scars: How White Feminism Betrays Women of Color

“One thing I truly knew—knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest—was how love gave someone the power to break you.”
― Stephenie Meyer, New Moon