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when fine shyt cheats on you after TWENTY YEARS of marriage then he gaslights you into accepting it and letting him be "fair" for both of you and allow him to spend more time with her (?????)
شوية من ال audacity اللي عند الرجالة من عندك يارب

she would've loved fairuz

was soo scared going into this thinking that simone's writing would be complicated but so far it's nothing but beautiful!!

also so interesting reading from the perspective of a sixty year old french woman, it opens up your brain to this inevitable stage of life with all its feelings and thoughts esp about the idea of "growing old" not just "growing up".

naguib mahfouz try mentioning a woman without talking about her body and "feminine features" : mission impossible

i love reading english and french literature, they always randomly hit you with a "man how i love colonisation"

mary's ability to craft a story is so dang good i'm lowkey jealous

with our first meeting with "the creature" , i loved how as we got to see how the creature functioned in the world, it was pretty similar to humans irl. How his first great discovery was the fire, then he seeked shelter, food (bodily needs). Then he seeked connection and to acquire language and knowledge (spiritual)
I love how it gives him a sense of humanity that not even and its name "the creature" graced him with.

what studying both chemistry and anatomy does to a mf

I thought I’d come to terms with 12’s demise — heard of it, seen it from the air, and wandered through its ashes. So why does everything bring on a fresh pang of grief? Was I simply too out of it before to fully register the loss of my world?

"You can torture us and bomb us and burn our districts to the ground, but do you see that? Fire is catching!" I am shouting now, determined that he will not miss a word. “And if we burn, you burn with us!”

“We had to save you because you’re the mockingjay, Katniss,” says Plutarch. “While you live, the revolution lives.”

"Enemy. Enemy. The word is tugging at a recent memory. Pulling it into the present. The look on Haymitch’s face. “Katniss, when you’re in the arena . . .” The scowl, the misgiving. “What?” I hear my own voice tighten as I bristle at some unspoken accusation . “You just remember who the enemy is,” Haymitch says. “That’s all.”

"If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me . . . but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?"

"To break through the smug veneer of those who use their brains to find amusing ways to kill us. To make them realize that while we’re vulnerable to the Capitol’s cruelties, they are as well."

“You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know."
OH NO OH NO OH NO

"We are the very embodiment of hope where there is no hope. And now twenty-three of us will be killed to show how even that hope was an illusion." It's actually sickening how opressors resemble each other all around the world, whether they're real and fictional, they share the same cruelty and injustice and the exact same sick and twisted and psychologically horrifying games that they play on the weak.

"I have people on my side? What side? Am I unwittingly the face of the hoped-for rebellion? Has the mockingjay on my pin become a symbol of resistance?"

"The square’s packed with screaming people, their faces hidden with rags and homemade masks, throwing bricks. Buildings burn. Peacekeepers shoot into the crowd. I’ve never seen anything like it, but I can only be witnessing one thing. This is what President Snow calls an uprising."

" Like our home, this is a place that he has no right, but ultimately every right, to occupy. "

" I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can’t own. "

" Slowly, one stem at a time, I decorate her body in the flowers. Covering the ugly wound. Wreathing her face. Weaving her hair with bright colors. They’ll have to show it. Or, even if they choose to turn the cameras elsewhere at this moment, they’ll have to bring them back when they collect the bodies and everyone will see her then and know I did it. "

LONG LIVE SMALLEST ACTS OF RESISTANCE

"جلست على الصخور، وفكرت في القصص التي أعرفها عن الحوريَّات اللاتي بكيْن حتى تحوَّلن إلى حجر و طيور صائحة، إلى دواب عجماء و أشجار رفيعة أفكارها مكبوتة إلى الأبد. بدا لي أنَّ مجرد هذا ليس باستطاعتي، وانغلقَت حياتي عليَّ كالجدران الجرانيت."