You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer,...– Warsan Shire (via ixj)
landlessness: In the absence of other lips, gnaw your own to pulp. Claude Cahun, Aveux non avenus (Disavowals), translation by Susan de Muth
No Fear of Flying: Kamikaze Missions in Death,...
… People seem to want to solve me or to bury me, to exalt me or count me out. It’s less easy to just roll with me, to support me, to let me support them. Especially once they realize I have only two speeds—sprinting and broke-down. Many candidates quietly disappear. When I shed them like sandbags from a hot air balloon, I am lighter, leaner. Some of them don’t last more than a conversation....
sufjan stevens dance rehearsal squee →