The void is my friend.
Touraine was starting to think it was impossible to come from one land and learn to live in another and feel whole. That you would always stand on shaky, hole-ridden ground, half of your identity dug out of you and tossed away.
Chapter 15: Rebellions
“Revenge…is like poison. It can cancel out other poisons but will still bring you pain.”
Chapter 25: Khalil: Madada
She did not own herself any longer. Even her flesh could be cut and stitched without her consent or knowledge.
Dawn by Octavia E. Butler
This, friend, is the way the world always ends, has always ended since we have watched it together: with those who Have choosing demise–always demise–for everything but themselves.
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