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'Fuck their hospitality,' Asya cries, throwing out her arms — and almost laughs out loud for joy — she's done it, oh, she's done it — she could clap her hands and dance in the street. 'Fuck — their — hospitality.'

I don't understand people who simultaneously make mouths at trigger warnings and think the ownership of child pornography is an arrestable offense. Either acknowledge that there is a scale of mind interacting dangerously with content to which each person has the right to personally define, or fuck off. Too many children are silenced when they protest violence against themselves for you to say you're protecting them.

People keep saying Middlemarch when they should be saying The Golden Notebook.

Oh this is a good one: "They require a diagnosis for her unlikability in order to tolerate her. The simplest explanation, of Mavis as human, will not suffice." Are mentally ill people not human, Gay? Cause I perform likability so well that I make the typical neurotypical look withdrawn. True to popular form, yet another "thinking" writer can't critically engage with something without being a eugenicist fuck.

Gay didn't include sanity in her list of privileges. She doesn't have to worry, though. It shows well enough even when she doesn't talk about it. If it keeps on showing for the next 304 pages, I'll have my review work cut out for me.

Anyone who psychoanalyzes their own masturbatory fantasies needs help, and I don't mean the mental kind.

I'm glad Goodreads is forcibly bombarding my email with ads for ebooks, I really am. What with my lack of an ereader, it means I'm even more incapable of caring what they think.

This is a good time to remind everyone this graduating season that, if you're not indegenous Hawaiian, you have no right to taking leis for your own.

Thank god I get paid to hang out in a place that has air conditioning all day.

I get all these spam ads with pics of hot women captioned with "They're looking for men!!!!!" and I'm like...darn.

Well, 'Mrs. Sen's' is fantastic, at any rate. I'm holding out hope for the last three in this collection.

If this does better than The Namesake, it won't be by much.

You don't have to live with your choices for ever.

Once Tante Muneera drops her spectacle case, and he starts to rise to get it for her. But the tubes tug at him and for a moment he looks at her with surprised eyes in a suddenly young face. 'I swear to God I forgot.'

More stuff on this Me Before You business since I'm still weeding people who think eugenics is entertainment out of my friends list: http://ndpsych.tumblr.com/post/146023...

'What I was going to say,' says Chrissie, patiently, 'was: you know he doesn't have any children. The doctor. It's a big tragedy in his life.'
'It's still no reason to want me to have one right away. It won't make any difference to him.'

I'd give anything to have my biggest worry be my freedom of speech. I really would.

The bishop stood at the end of the aisle, watching us with all the benevolence his title of Protector of the Indians required.

Anyone getting a 'No More Updates' followed by blank space in their feed? Cause that's most certainly a lie.

No one would lie about having become a cannibal.

Do you think we did something to them? Ruíz said. No one did anything. That is just how the heathens are. Look what they did to me. He pointed to the dark socket where his left eye had been, oblivious to the role he had played in his own predicament.

The Orlando nightclub shooting that happened today was homophobic, anti-Latinx heteronormativity and cisnormativity in action. Any news site that doesn't point this out is using this horrible tragedy to promote its own propaganda.

God am I glad that I read The Tale of Genji before this. I can't imagine going into this passage without having been previously scared shitless by the Rokujō lady.

I tossed and turned for a long while before I realized why it felt so quiet and empty—I had not heard the call for prayer. In Azemmur, I had heard it five times a day, every day of my life. The morning prayer woke me; the noon prayer told me it was time to eat and rest; the afternoon prayer refreshed me after a long nap; the dusk prayer delivered me from my workday to my family; and the evening prayer commended my...

That feel when you love the paper and are royally sick of the class you're writing it for.

...when did a government let even a bunch of dreamy kids get away with anything if it could stop them?

...when did a government let even a bunch of dreamy kids get away with anything if it could stop them?

I know now that these conquerors, like many others before them, and no doubt like others after, gave speeches not to voice the truth, but to create it.

Hello friends. Pick books from this shelf for me to read next plz: https://www.goodreads.com/review/list...

"Didn't anyone call the police?"
Hirano looked at her incredulously. "What's wrong with you?"