“I don’t know where I’m going. Where I came from is disappearing. I am unwelcome. My beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing. I am the sin of memory and the absence of memory. I watch the news and my mouth becomes a sink full of blood.”

— — Warsan Shire, from “Home,” Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

quick question: how the fuck do I get through the rest of my life like this