I am a sinner, not in body but in mind. I know what love sounds like because I have heard it through the wall, but I do not know what it feels like.
sexing the cherry Jeanette Winterson
I am too huge for love. No one, male or female, has ever dared to approach me. They are afraid to scale mountains.
Sexing the Cherry- Jeanette Winterson
My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.
I live a living death, my flesh is wounded, bleeding, cadaverized, my rhythm slowed down or interrupted, time has been erased or bloated, absorbed into sorrow…Absent from other people’s meaning, alien, accidental with respect to naive happiness, I owe a supreme, metaphysical lucidity to my depression. On the frontiers of life and death, occasionally I have the arrogant feeling of being witness to the meaninglessness of Being, of revealing the absurdity of bonds and beings.
Julia Kristeva, “Black Sun: Depression and Melancholia”
The seed of suffering in you may be strong, but don’t wait until you have no more suffering before allowing yourself to be happy.
Thich Nhat Hanh
The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.
Write to write. Write because you need to write. Write to settle the rage within you. Write with an internal purpose. Write about something or someone that means so much to you, that you don’t care what others think.
Isn’t It Pretty To Think So?
Sometimes you have to be your own hero, because sometimes the people you can’t live without, can live without you.
Respect our Existence or Expect our Resistance.
Taken from a smith on-campus movement spring 2012
The kind of love that I was interested in, that my characters long for intuitively, is the only kind of love that could liberate them from that horrible legacy of colonial violence. I am speaking about decolonial love.