“Tienes unos ojos, que ni con mascara de pestañas podrían verse tan bonitos… Unos cachetes que no requieren de dieta porque la genética así los quiso… Tu sonrisa no requiere de cirugía, ni tus dientes de blanqueado… Y tu cintura es perfecta sin las cifras que te importan… Tu cabello que no desea ser recogido o procesado y le gusta ir al viento, sin sentirse domado… Lo bonito son tus manos que dibujan o escriben… Tus hoyuelos que se asoman si sonríes… Son tus pies porque te acercan a las personas que amas… Es tu oído, es tu vista, es tu tacto, que te acercan al mundo… Eres tú, es tu esencia, son tus miedos, imperfecciones y cicatrices… Lo que te identifica, lo que te marca… Y, creas o no, alguien te ama porque sabe que ese montón de errores no los tiene alguien más…”
— Clara Ajc
the rival / fever 103°
— ariel, sylvia plath (1965).
Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance
Mary Oliver
You can love a character & still admit when they’re wrong. I love Kaz Brekker but I acknowledge his flaws (none, he’s perfect) and I can hold him accountable for his wrongdoings (he’s never done anything wrong in his life) an call him out on his actions (which are always right).
there was no perfect path. you did not get punished. your life did not unravel when you made a left turn. the memory will always be there. you can visit whenever you want. there is no alternate timeline where you made a better choice and got a happier ending. you were a little girl chasing the ice cream truck, playing hopscotch, swinging and aiming for the never ending blue. yes, the grief was waiting up ahead. but so was the miracle of saturdays in a car headed wherever you wanted to go. enough sky to wrap around every wound. friends who, despite your perennial bouts of silence, kept an ear close at all times.
by saviourmifsud
Ahn Jong Yuen (안종연) 1. EclecticStills, 1995 2. 빛의소리 [Sound of Light], 1999