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The wounded human is a wounded alien lifeform.

GIRL IT HAS TAKEN YOU THIS LONG TO SIDE WITH THE PEASANTS?! YOU SHOULD BE EATEN

the structure of this story is infuriating; girl runs around with boy she hates (and constantly has to remind the reader why she's still with him, presumably to set up a ham-fisted scene later on where the two are conveniently together), comes upon a scene of violence, is shocked, runs around with boy she hates~

comment about how her dress doesn't have pockets - boooooo

girl you're wearing a slip dress, what good would a pocket be with that material? get real

LADY DANGER IS FAMOUSLY AN ORANGE RED, IT IS NOT BLUE-TONED ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME DO YOU UNDERSTAND COLOR THEORY - YOU WERE THINKING OF RUBY WOO, WEREN'T YOU MONA, DON'T LIE TO ME

And yet they had no name for their emotional attachment. It wasn't love. Not calling it love saved them from resentment. And without resentment, they were free. Free today, free tomorrow. Free next year. Until the day they died.

The idea that walking away is childish and unproductive is predicated on the inability to imagine anything but a walking away from, never a walking away toward—never that there might exist another destination. The walking away is not nihilism, it’s not cynicism, it’s not doing nothing—it’s a form of engagement more honest, more soul-affirming, than anything the system was ever prepared to offer.

How many would want to believe, as so much of the culture here as always strained to believe, that they side with the underdog? The downtrodden who refuses to give up? The rebel in face of empire? ...how many, knowing the limitations of the stories we tell ourselves, would just as instinctively retreat into the comforting fold of empire?

As it tore open packages, affixing various cables and screens to itself, Fabien tried explaining the contradiction of a self-professed communist supporting a multibillion-dollar company like Amazon.

"We all live in paradoxes," the Communist Computer Rap God said.

olive is my baby girl 😭

I have come to think that the meaning of life is to never give up - no matter if it is too late to prevent catastrophe; no matter how many disasters pile up; no matter how overwhelmingly powerful the enemy. And there is no force in the world today that embodies this meaning like the Palestinian resistance.

the way i would go to war for this old bitty

I'm sorry about everything. I know you are, too.

I know I said I didn't need a family to become who I was supposed to be, but it turned out that I did. And it was you.

We'll meet again,

E

"So what's your name?" the young man asked, in a tone that made sure Quentin knew that he had no interest in the answer.
"Quentin."
"Charming. From?"
"Brooklyn."
"How old?"
"Seventeen."
"I'm Eliot. Don't tell me anything else, I don't want to know. Don't want to get attached."

this entire time i've gotten such intense "heavenly creatures" vibes from this story and now we have a direct reference

FUCK. OFF. BRODY.

fuck offff brody

the mom is way more of an interesting character

annoying

Many people try to ignore or deny or suppress their fears. I find myself drawn to mine, worrying them, troubling them, like a tongue against a tooth clinging to sore and bloody gums. I want to understand where my fears come from, and why, and how they have such a grip on me.

"Then why are you doing it?" Garraty asked him. "If you know that much, and if you're that sure, why are you ding it?"

"The same reason we're all doing it," Stebbins said. He smiled gently, almost lovingly. His lips were a little sunparched; otherwise, his face was still unlined and seemingly invincible. "We want to die, that's why we're doing it. Why else, Garraty? Why else?"

He wondered how people could ride over this road all the other days of the year and not see the pattern of life and death in that white paint. Or did they see, after all?

"I'm going to try hard to stay alive," Garraty said, almost apologetically.

The accusations of "hysteria," "feral," and "unhinged" are applied disproportionately against marginalized women, especially women of color, trans women, and anyone outside the binary who has a connection to womanhood.

I wondered how the world made its villains and why it never apologized for making them.

When people prayed to God, I wondered, were they praying to Him or were they praying to me?

i feel unwell

questionable latine rep followed by blatant fatphobia, oh boy

"Now you're paying attention. Where the hell have you been the last ten years? Fifty years?"
"I didn't mean--"
"This ain't new. It's just new to you. Rest of us have been out here dealing with this shit for decades now. Centuries. It's only because life got all bad for you white folks that you're opening your eyes to it all, but the rest of us have been faced with this shit since the day we were born..."

the most unbelievable part about this book is that the police officers aren't also going rabid, let's be honest with ourselves, clay