Meals in books: “butterflied pomegranate quail with fluffy white bread smothered in thyme and melted butter” omg where can I get it
14 people have died in ICE custody this year.
More than one per week.
Inhumane.
Nobody talks about the in-between. The part where you’ve already outgrown the old identity but the new one doesn’t feel fully real yet. That liminal space is supposed to be uncomfortable. It means you’re actually in it, not just talking about it.