Wanderer, I Know You.
Dear Wanderer, if there is movement in your teeth and yearning in your collarbones, I know what you mean and these words are for you.
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The Point Of It All: A Short Supplication.
By MaiLynn Stormon-Trinh
The Girl Who Jumps Fences.
… it’s not my fault. It’s not your fault. It’s not our fault. We’re not victims. We’re not survivors. We’re human beings who’ve been through some fucking awful shit. Some of the worst. We experienced some of the most obscene acts of depravation one human being is capable of inflicting upon another.
Divine Derelicts Love You Anyway.
Divine Derelicts: you never know when someone is going to become one. Some of the most wildish and powerful men and women I’ve ever known, people who intervened on my behalf when I was too young, too confused, too sick or too blind, have been Divine Derelicts on both sides of the ...