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“Writing makes me happy. But it goes beyond that. Writing is my life’s work. I am absolutely positive that this is what I’m here to do. Even if it turns out that I don’t have the ability, and no one out there wants to read a single word of it, there’s nothing I can do about this feeling. I can’t make it go away.”
― Breasts and Eggs
― Breasts and Eggs
“It's not like I'm some evil witch, an Uregma of the unborn, but I've learned to look at life from above, like an Aeroflot pilot flying over our capital. My mother would say like an eagle over the steppe swarming with mice. Like a girl at her embroidered sleeves, as people in the country say. It's the only way to tell right from wrong. I'm not the most sensitive woman, but my heart isn't made of stone either. I only know things are right or wrong, regardless of a woman's tears.”
― All This Belongs to Me
― All This Belongs to Me
“She was antimatter, with added self-pity.”
― The Midnight Library
― The Midnight Library
“Everything that loomed so large close up - all you had to do was step away, and they shrank to nothing. You could stop taking their phone calls, tear up their letters, pretend they'd never existed. Start over as a new person with a new life. Just a problem of geography, he thought, with the confidence of someone who had never yet tried to free himself of family.”
― Everything I Never Told You
― Everything I Never Told You
“I had thought fermentation was controlled death. Left alone, a head of cabbage molds and decomposes. It becomes rotten, inedible. But when brined and stored, the course of its decay is altered. Sugars are broken down to produce lactic acid, which protects it from spoiling. Carbon dioxide is released and the brine acidifies. It ages. Its color and texture transmute. Its flavor becomes tarter, more pungent. It exists in time and transforms. So it is not quite controlled death, because it enjoys a new life altogether.
The memories I had stored, I could not let fester. Could not let trauma infiltrate and spread, to spoil and render them useless. They were moments to be tended. The culture we shared was active, effervescent in my gut and in my genes, and I had to seize it, foster it so it did not die in me. So that I could pass it on someday. The lessons she imparted, the proof of her life lived on in me, in my every move and deed. I was what she left behind. If I could not be with my mother, I would be her.”
― Crying in H Mart
The memories I had stored, I could not let fester. Could not let trauma infiltrate and spread, to spoil and render them useless. They were moments to be tended. The culture we shared was active, effervescent in my gut and in my genes, and I had to seize it, foster it so it did not die in me. So that I could pass it on someday. The lessons she imparted, the proof of her life lived on in me, in my every move and deed. I was what she left behind. If I could not be with my mother, I would be her.”
― Crying in H Mart
it's not delivery, it's battle scars
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simply put, two queers stand as pillars of support for one and other as they conquer ao3 tbrs, cold soup, and repressed adolescent trauma. as we pon ...more
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