Tabitha

“She pressed her hand to her chest and felt her sorrow- the merciless density of it, like a black hole in her heart, swallowing the light.”
― Kelly Barnhill , The Girl Who Drank the Moon

“The moon had grown full without her noticing. And powerfully magic. One sip would have done it, and the baby had had—well. More than one sip.”
― Kelly Barnhill, The Girl Who Drank the Moon

“As Mia Mingus wrote in her essay “You Are Not Entitled to Our Deaths”: “We know the state has failed us. We are currently witnessing the pandemic state-sanctioned violence of murder, eugenics, abuse and bone-chilling neglect in the face of mass suffering, illness, and death.29 In my and many others’ nightmares, this is a final solution for disabled people: all COVID mitigation strategies are thrown out the window so abled people can shop, work, and watch football, and disabled people either die or stay within our immune-safer bubbles for the rest of our lives. I believe in disabled resilience, but my suicidal ideation popped up again when I thought about that. I don’t want a future where I never get to have in-person communion with people I love again, where I get harassed for wearing my N95 in the supermarket, and/or where most of the people I love are living with even more disability from long COVID with no government support, or are dead.”
― Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, The Future Is Disabled: Prophecies, Love Notes and Mourning Songs

“Every story you believe, that you incorporate within the self, decides who you are. And the greatest weapon against freedom is to believe stories that plant a seed in your heart yet have no place growing there.”
― Suyi Davies Okungbowa, Lost Ark Dreaming