ekaterina

“and you've cried once more because recognition feels like forgiveness, which is a burning furnace that can't stand on its own. Love is a feast but you've learned to abstain. There is a sickness that follows the shame of giving with love only to be met with slaughter.”
― Anonymous

“when you allow that man. to walk through your children. plant his feet. in their veins. hold their voices. necks. bodies. inside his violence. you are no longer a mother. when you give him the key to that door. because you need to be loved by someone. you have seasoned them for the wolf. burned their childhood into a fantasy. it’s going to take a third of their lives. all the courage. from their cells to their hair. to learn the alchemetic formula that turns that kind of betrayal. a demothering. soft. liveable. – before you get that key made”
― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt

“soon
the moon will come from my lips
and
you will not remember your name. – oshún”
― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt

“When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous