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“I’m falling in love with you, Nathan.” At her words he groaned and wrapped both arms around her, holding her to his heart. "Sweetheart, I’m right there with you. And I swear I’ll catch you if you’ll trust me enough to let yourself fall the rest of the way.” She smiled, kissed the center of his chest where his heart beat strong and steady beneath her lips. “I do trust you.” He’d earned her trust in giving him her heart, as well her body.”

“I’m fascinated by this idea that the parliament has become too focused on ‘woke issues’ at the expense of what the public really care about, because the implication of that is that any minority group that needs protected aren’t the public, the public are whatever the majority group is. If we govern on the basis of that, we would only be governing for straight, white, middle-aged men, who deserve good government like everybody else.”

“I’m fiercely protective of my freedom. My attitude is that people can love it or shove it. They can show love or shove off. They can get with it or get lost. I’m not gonna stop loving my life to the fullest because you’ve caged yourself into living, thinking and feeling small! My mind is expansive and I’m giving my all to follow this deep call of pursuing my vision quest to explore and express every area of life that propels me to progress and evolve!”

“I’m fighting a losing battle. I can’t tell this story the way it should be told. This whole hotchpotch of characters, events, dates, and the infinite branching of cause and effect - and these people, these real people who actually existed. I’m barely able to mention a tiny fragment of their lives, their actions, their thoughts. I keep banging my head against the wall of history. And I look up and see, growing all over it - ever higher and denser, like a creeping ivy - the unmappable pattern of causality ... How many forgotten heroes sleep in history's great cemetery?”

“I'm fighting for beauty. A lot of people get confused by that because the only definition of beauty that they've inherited is so basic and flat that they just associate beauty with that commodity that we're told grants people power. That is not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is: Beauty is your soul's fingerprint on the earth, and no one else in the world can have your beauty. Beauty is when I'm speaking to someone and I'm like: I could talk to you for the rest of my life because I can finally breathe again. The world for me is a series of drowning and then having conversations with people where I can finally breathe again. And the reason I can breathe is because it's you, it's not that imprint of what you've been told - the cookie-cutter sheet that says: Hi, I only know myself from my identities. So beauty work for me is actually deep healing work to say: Who am I outside of what I've been told I should be? Beauty is about that attitude of showing up and saying: I'm worthy of being here. -Alok”

“I'm fighting for your freedom and my freedom. We must have Brave conversations. We must find out what we don't know. Waging peace requires that we have the courage to face what's broken first- in ourselves-and then in the system affecting those around us and uncover who has been harmed and how we are connected to them. Because we are intertwined together. Love speaks the truth of the harm done, while unshakable goodness holds space for the offender at the table. We all have a seat at the peacemaking table. Love is refusing to take away an oppressor’s chair at the family table while at the same time taking the stick of violence out of their hands. Because violence ricochets and is absorbed by the most vulnerable and marginalized among us. It's time to center their pain and to put ourselves between them and the violence.”

“I'm filled with that buzz that finishing a good book gives you. You know the one. When all you want to do is savor the words that just changed your life, even if for just a moment. When you're still high from experiencing every up and down the characters went through. Feeling as though you were right there with them, seated front row, hands in the air as you take that first plunge down to the final dip of the roller coaster they call life.”

“I’m finally learning to accept myself as I am. Learning to like myself as I am. Learning to like and accept my life as it is. Learning to stop begging people to want me or love me or make me feel like I'm ENOUGH. And learning that it’s okay to stand up and say: I’ve had ENOUGH. I’ve had enough of hustling for my worth. I’ve had enough of groveling to people unworthy of me for scraps of love or time or attention. I’ve had enough of keeping people in my life who diminish me. And I’ve had enough of trying to be anything other than me...because I, in all my imperfect, messy glory, am perfectly ENOUGH.”

“I'm finding it difficult to keep my head above water in this chaos! I sense that I have moved beyond this reality. Oh yes! In the tumultuous journey of presence, we discover ourselves simultaneously lost and found, wandering through the shadows of our self-imposed turmoil and hell.”

“I'm fine. I'm fine, he says, and fine, fine repeats in his head as he escapes back into the chill. Around him, a spin of bodies in dark coats, tapping thumbs on pads, pressing phones to heads, settling buds into ear canals, projecting an invisible shield of music as they move through the crowd, digital companionship warmer than the bodies around them. Every soul on the street is sunk within its body. Sometimes Bit imagines that he, alone, bears witness to the world.”

“I’m fine. I’m fine. Those words kept playing repeatedly through my mind. They were trying to push out the other thoughts that seemed to grow louder and louder with every passing second. Stay down. What’s the point of getting up? I hated days like today. Days when the battle inside me raged fiercer than I’d had the strength to fight. Depression was an uninvited guest to my soul, and it had thrown a shroud over my will, leaving me paralyzed in the sanctuary of my bed. The digital clock on my nightstand kept changing, a relentless reminder of the world moving forward without me. I wanted to get up and shake off the despondency sticking to me, but my body refused to obey my wants. I was tired.”

“I’m Fine I stand on the precipice of solitude, A tempest raging within, unseen by all. They depart, like autumn leaves in the wind, Their absence a hollow echo, a fading call. I don’t care who leaves my life, Their footsteps erased from the sands of time. The bonds we wove, now frayed and brittle, Yet I stand resolute, unyielding, in my prime. The pain, a searing fire, consumes my chest, Anger coils like vipers, venomous and cold. They say love is a balm, a healing touch, But what if love itself is the blade that unfolds? I lose them, one by one, like stars in the night, Their constellations fading, swallowed by the void. Yet I cling to my essence, my fractured soul, For in this desolation, I find strength, unalloyed. I don’t care who I lose, for they are but shadows, Their laughter, their tears, mere echoes in the gale. As long as I don’t lose myself, my core unshaken, I’ll wear this mask of indifference, my heart’s veiled tale. So let them depart, let them fade into oblivion, I’ll stand here, battered and scarred, but alive. For I am the tempest, the flame, the unyielding force, And in this fractured existence, I’m fine”

“I'm fine,"she said, keeping her head down,wiping the back of her hand across her eyes.It was probably too late,but she didn't want him to see she'd been crying.She was fourteen.That's not a child anymore, whatever dumbass old people might think.Parents and teachers,every-one---but friends most of all.All they ever want to do is keep you small. They're scared of who you are becoming. Of what you know.Of who you are.”

“I'm flattered to belong to a race, that causes heartburn to the heartless. I'm flattered to belong to a religion, that causes brain-damage to the brainless. A race rooted in rights not ritual, I belong to the Race called Human. A faith centered on people not doctrine, I belong to the Order of Integration.”