The void is my friend.
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True sisterhood, the kind where you grew fingernails in the same womb, were pushed screaming through identical birth canals, is not the same as friendship. You don’t choose each other, and there’s no furtive period of getting to know the other. You’re part of each other, right from the start. Look at an umbilical cord–tough, sinuous, unlovely, yet essential–and compare it to a friendship bracelet of brightly woven thread.
Prologue, Blue Sisters by Coco Mellors
As a Black woman, race has always been a prominent part of my life. I have never been able to escape the fact that I am a black woman in a white supremacist country.
Introduction, So You Want to Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo
The genocide hurts the heart of the perpetrators as well, because it is such a stark contrast to who we are as human beings, inherently collaborative, inherently community focused. And for you to kill people, that’s a wound on your heart. And so they have that generational would as well! They carry the generational wound of genocide as well. And by not reflecting on that, and by not growing from that they’re stagnant.
Raquel Ramirez, page 54, We Are the Middle of Forever
