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I’m not great at getting bad news. Some people say I’m in denial, but really I just have a hard time believing bad shit only happens to me.
I’m trapped in an infinite loop of bad decisions with consequences that are never not dramatic. I take the same road over and over, always forgetting it’s the wrong one, and even when it looks like I have things under control, something tells me maybe I don’t.
The dead are more than just corpses—they’re children, siblings, parents. See, when your parents die, you get called an “orphan,” and when your husband passes to the next life, you’re a “widow.” But there’s no word for losing a child.
We turned our backs on marriage so we could tend to our parents, the most sacred thing a person has in this life.
But what worries me is God. It’s one thing for the people’s court to forgive you and another to escape divine retribution.
I don’t want to wield power, I want to marry it. Know what I mean? Zero Angela Merkel, all Michelle Obama.
Let me get this straight: they fought so I would have a choice, not so I would be forced to take a position just because they participated in the suffrage movement, right? See what I’m saying?
I put my life in the devil’s hands cause God doesn’t come through on this kinda thing.
How can you prove misogyny in court if the murderer says he loved her? Love is misogynist.
In your own home. Nowhere is safe. Nowhere. Being a woman means living in a state of emergency.
There is no room of one’s own when men think our bodies belong to them.
Every two hours and twenty-five minutes, a woman in Mexico is strangled, raped, dismembered, burned alive, mutilated, beaten to a pulp, and left with bruises and broken bones.
Mexico is a monster that devours women. Mexico is a desert of pulverized bone. Mexico is a graveyard full of pink crosses. Mexico is a country that hates women.
“Maybe that’s your mission. To gather the bones of dead women, to piece them together and tell their stories, and then to let them run free.”
my rebellion is that I want to live, and if I don’t let you go, if I don’t let you run free, this sadness will kill me.
