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“As long as there’s Tenderness, there will be somewhere we can meet.” but if you read it with tenderness as a noun instead of the store name, then it has a deeper meaning sigh

why is this mizuki girl actually cray cray like are u mentally ill

“Talent is being able to keep going,” Tsugi said simply. “Successful people all say that. They just had to find a way to keep going, no matter what. If you can do that for long enough without reward, can’t we call that talent?”

Everyone who comes to our store lives every day of their lives to the fullest. When I have up wrestling, I thought my existence had become meaningless, but after spending all day helping people get through their days, I started to feel like it was good to be alive

Take a right on Ridley. If you forget me, then you’ve gone too far. Turn back.

If you find yourself trapped inside a dimming world, remember it was always this dark inside the body.

Maybe in the next life we’ll meet each other for the first time— believing in everything but the harm we’re capable of.

They will tell you that to be political is to be merely angry, and therefore artless, depthless, “raw,” and empty.

In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Con nhớ mẹ không? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?
I miss you more than I remember you.

They will want you to succeed but never more than them. They will write their names on your leash and call you necessary, call you urgent.

The truth is one nation, under drugs, under drones.

Did you know people get rich off of sadness? I want to meet the millionaire of American sadness. I want to look him in the eye, shake his hand, and say, “It’s been an honor to serve my country.”

Even if color is nothing but what the light reveals, that nothing has laws, and a boy on a pink bike must learn, above all else, the law of gravity.

He loves me, he loves me not, we are taught to say, as we tear the flower away from its flowerness. To arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration. Eviscerate me, we mean to say, and I’ll tell you the truth.

I had a choice, a craft, whether he ascends or falls depends on my willingness to make room for him, for you cannot rise without having something to rise over. Submission does not require elevation in order to control.

To hide here, in a room in a broken-down mobile home, was, somehow, a privilege, a chance. He was white. I was yellow. In the dark, our facts lit us up and our acts pinned us down.

You once told me that memory is a choice. But if you were god, you’d know it’s a flood.

It wants to stay inside me. It is nothing without me. Because a bullet without a body is a song without ears.

If you were god, you would tell them to stop clapping. You would tell them that the most useful thing one can do with empty hands is hold on. But you are not a god.

Memory is a choice. You said that once, with your back to me, the way a god would say it.

“Humans are the weakest when they believe they’re under protection. Once they perceive someone as an authority figure, they grow reliant and obedient without even realizing it.”

“From the window of my helicopter, I look at him. I look him dead in the eyes and do what you do. I refuse to die.”

“To be or not to be. That is the question. A question, yes, but not a choice.”

“Sometimes you are erased before you are given the choice of stating who you are.”

“To destroy a people, then, is to set them back in time.”

“I took off our language and wore my English, like a mask, so that others would see my face, and therefore yours.” i have quite literally never felt so seen in a single sentence like i genuinely sobbed for a full minute after reading this

“You’re a mother, Ma. You’re also a monster. But so am i- which is why I can’t turn away from you. Which is why I have taken god’s loneliest creation and put you inside it. Look.”

“What is a country but a borderless sentence, a life?” to “What is a country but a life sentence?” oh.

“Because freedom, I am told, is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey.”

“i am writing to reach you even if each word i put down is one word further from where you are.”