"It was two old opponents laying down their arms. It was the unicorn putting his head down in my lap. It was me being immune to all the old bullshit, and falling for a whole new set of bullshit. It was believing I knew him through and through, and that that would keep me safe."
Joan Wickersham, The News From Spain: Seven Variations on a Love Story
that one friend that you love but texting them is like hitting yourself in the face with a brick over and over
His body isn’t even cold yet and the New York times has already put out a shameful article declaring Nelson Mandela to be an “icon of peaceful resistance”. News outlets around the Western world are hurrying to publish obituaries that celebrate his electoral victory while erasing the protracted and fierce guerrilla struggle that he and his party were forced to fight in order to make that victory possible. Don’t let racist, imperialist liberalism co-opt the legacy of another radical. Nelson Mandela used peaceful means when he could, and violent means when he couldn’t. For this, during his life they called him a terrorist, and after his death they’ll call him a pacifist — all to neutralize the revolutionary potential of his legacy, and the lessons to be drawn from it.
Don’t fucking let them.
"This is what love does. It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible."
David Levithan, Every Day