poland~med student~lesbian🌈///"my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall — like seeking love in a whorehouse.”
“But sadness is real because it meant something real. It meant dignified, grave; it meant trustworthy; it meant exceptionally bad, deplorable, shameful; it meant massive, weighty, forming a compact body; it meant falling heavily; and it meant of a color: dark. It meant dark in color, to darken. It meant me. I felt sad.”
— Claudia Rankine, “Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric”
Insist on believing that good will prevail; that the work will get done; that there will again be love. We have to want to get up in the morning for the good mornings to arrive.
