They themselves mocked Africa, trading stories of absurdity, of stupidity, and they felt safe to mock, because it was a mockery born of longing, and of the heartbroken desire to see a place made whole again.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

vivelareine:

As the scenes came back one by one, the
same  sensation of dreamy unnatural oppression came over me so strongly
that I stopped writing and said to Miss Lamont, “Do you think that the
Petit Trianon is haunted?”

Her answer was prompt, “Yes, I do.”

–Charlotte Moberly and Eleanor Jourdain, An Adventure, 1913.

I have known the joy and pain of friendship. I have served and been served. I have made some good enemies for which I am not a bit sorry. I have loved unselfishly, and I have fondled hatred with the red-hot tongs of Hell. That’s living.

Zora Neale Hurston

There used to be days that I thought I was okay, or at least that I was going to be. We’d be hanging out somewhere and everything would just fit right and I would think ‘it will be okay if it can just be like this forever’ but of course nothing can ever stay just how it is forever.

Nina LaCour, Hold Still