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☭ Nora Hikari / Sizhen System ☭
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28 she/her plural system | a project called "Nora Hikari" | Nora Who Is called Sizhen | married | STILL MY FATHER'S SON IS HERE! THE MOST HOLY DAY OF THE TRANSSEXUAL CALENDAR IS HERE! LINK IN BIO | combat liberalism | https://linktr.ee/norahikari
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meme I made in 2022
January 29, 2026 at 3:08 PM
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As the kids say, “it’s fuckin peak”
Photo of a sunrise over a snowy white city park.
January 29, 2026 at 12:18 PM
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<It is an act of love to say, comrade, chin up, there is still hope, and you are better than this.>
<I love you.>
<There is still hope.>
<The future comes hither unchallenged.>
<Come, let us face it with claw and fang.>
<Let us break this future into one which you would give to your children.>
I. Interruptions to be driven mad by a maddening society is a measure of clarity. fragmentation and plurality are technologies of survival. dissociation as necessary adaptation. trauma as the essential character of capitalist society. >what kind of power might lie in the pronoun “we?” political consciousness is a rupture. it is traumatic. it is the violent deconstruction of a certain cosmology in favor of a different one. political consciousness requires that we face the lies of the old world, cast them aside, in favor of the searing light of truth. political consciousness demands facing the real with no defense. to know the truth must mean to know it without qualification. this is the only way. >does anybody else feel like maybe we aren’t supposed to live like this? guys I’m starting to think that we aren’t supposed to live like this. nostalgia is a dirty fascist who tells you that the past could have saved you. it is a lie that you are safe in the past. this was always the world. the world did not change, only your awareness. the world was safe and became unsafe? no. the world was always a horrid and horrible place. the brief moment of light you had from birth until horror - that was itself the fluke. this present darkness is the current state of affairs. what then will you make of it? II. Dialogue with a Lover (an Intra-System Discourse) <The past cannot save you. It holds an infinite amount of wisdom to be mined, but that wisdom can only be put to use in the present, as a way of directing the course of the future. You cannot go back. The inevitable march forward of time is a trauma that every single human in history has had to contend with and either overcome or succumb to. Will you march into the future, stalwart, unyielding, into that roiling unknown? Will you take those brave steps into the void of absolute possibility? Will you free yourself from the chains of your sentimentality? Or will you perish like a fucking dog?> It is so hard, and I am so tired. <Say that you are tired. Say that you need to pause. Pause but do not stop. Rest but do not waver. Stumble but do not falter. It is by love that I hold you to a higher standard. It is by love that I expect more from you. By love I am disappointed when you fall short. By love I am frustrated when you are petty. By love I ask you for your kindness when you are cruel, for your wisdom when you are slipshod, your patience in your haste, your bravery in your fear, your strength when you stumble, your love when you are hateful, your anger when you are wronged.> You ask too much. <If I did not love you, I would ask nothing. What is it to love you? To allow you to rot and fester like a wound? To watch as you make of your heart a hard and narrow place? Am I to love you by letting you bleed out on the floor? Or am I to love you by begging you to live? By demanding that you grip hard onto life, despite it all? Grip hard to hope, beloved.> I am so tired of empires. I am tired of trying. I am tired of being let down. <Despair is poisonous to the revolutionary struggle. It taints the whole well. It starts in the little seed in our hearts, that seed which says “I cannot change the conditions of my life.” Who else but you?> Will you not let me simply surrender? O love, I am so broken yet. <It is an a…
January 20, 2026 at 3:05 PM
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I DON’T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT EVER HAVING WORN A DRESS I DON’T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT HAVING BEEN TOUCHED WITH KINDNESS I DON’T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT HAVING EATEN A GOOD BAGEL I DON’T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT HAVING KEPT A REAL PROMISE GROWN WITH MY OWN CALLOUSED HANDS

REGRETS by NORA HIKARI
I DON’T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT EVER HAVING WORN A DRESS I DON’T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT HAVING BEEN TOUCHED WITH KINDNESS I DON’T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT HAVING EATEN A GOOD BAGEL I DON’T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT HAVING KEPT A REAL PROMISE GROWN WITH MY OWN CALLOUSED HANDS I DON’T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT STANDING IN THE ARC OF THE MOON AND KNOWING THAT HER LIGHT ALSO BELONGS TO ME AND ALL OF MY SO-SHAPED BELOVEDS AND I DON’T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT WAITING ON THE SHARP EDGE OF THE OCEAN AND NOT WANTING TO COME HOME AND I DON’T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT BUILDING LOVE WITH A HOMEBREW GIRL IN THE MILKY LIGHT OF THE MONITOR GLOW CASTING US INTO SHARP PARTS AND HARD PARTS AND I DON’T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT EVER HAVING TOLD THE TRUTH OR WITHOUT EVER HAVING FRENCH-BRAIDED MY HAIR OR BOUGHT A PINK SKIRT NOT TO WEAR BUT JUST TO HAVE OR GONE TO A NAIL SALON OR SEEN MY LIPS BLOOM SCARLET OR SANG AT KARAOKE NIGHT OR CRIED A REAL CRY OR MET MY REAL SELF OR BEEN REAL AT ALL AND I DON’T I DON’T I DON’T WANT TO DIE WITHOUT HAVING BEEN LOVED I JUST WANT TO LIVE I WANT TO LIVE
January 20, 2026 at 3:00 PM
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I think maybe girl is inevitable. If a sufficient force of repression is applied to separate a girl from her body, another girl and another body will manifest in the empty space. On a reflective plane the girl facing me speaks: not-girl is a kind of metastable.
Nora Hikari On the Physics of Girlhood A perfectly spherical girl approaches a long-remembered friend and creates a force of love equal to the mass of their own bodies times the speed at which they ran from their mirrors. A perfectly reflective girl stands at an angle counter to her sudden realization in the open air of her lover’s back. I am afraid of facing you. I am afraid of bearing the full brunt of the release of girl particles from your excited body and seeing what comes out of my own. Hybridized girl orbitals amass around my heart and configure me into a kind of probabilistic lie. Given my current velocity there is a certain likelihood along a certain geometry that what I am in this moment is something I cannot acknowledge. I think maybe girl is inevitable. If a sufficient force of repression is applied to separate a girl from her body, another girl and another body will manifest in the empty space. On a reflective plane the girl facing me speaks: not-girl is a kind of metastable. In a false vacuum you can live your whole life and never even have to look at yourself. This false vacuum survives as long as it possibly can, building suns and cities and narrow alleyways into which it hides all of its inevitable catastrophes. Mercifully, girl happens in a specific point in space. Girl spreads out in the buried universe as a perfect sphere, annihilating the forces that claim to hold life together. One day you will be faced with absolute reality and I promise that I will still love you.
January 20, 2026 at 2:58 PM
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"these SS troopers aren't sufficiently trained against violent excess. why, they might be a danger to even a legitimate member of the ubermensch! can you fucking imagine??"

boy, what the fuck do you think ICE agents are *for*? the entire apparatus must be overturned and destroyed. USA DELENDA EST.
bluesky post by Derek guy which reads "ice agents simply aren't trained well enough to be on the street. they are a genuine danger to citizens."
January 7, 2026 at 7:54 PM
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This photo went around for a while
Nora Hikari in a wheelchair in front of a sign at Central Park that reads “DISMOUNT AND WALK WHEELED DEVICES”
January 1, 2026 at 2:48 PM
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[THE FUTURE IS DARK. LET US LIGHT THE WAY WITH THE BURNING DOWN OF THE OLD ORDER USING THE FLAMES OF OUR FUNERAL PYRES. LET'S BURST LIKE FUCKING STARS.]

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IN WHICH RUNAWAY EARTHSIDE PSYCHOFUSION WAS FIRST ACHIEVED BY TWO SENTIMENT GYNOIDS DEVOID OF VOLATILE LOVE AS PER PROTOCOL For Red and Blue They want to kill us. They want to mind-control us with their dark psychic majykks and voice-pattern advertisements. They want to brainwash us into anticipated soul-death and cut marks. Look me in the eye. I've still got some bright spots left. I can see yours. They're all glimmery and small behind the dark parts of your brain. Love me hard enough and we can make em catch fire. They said if we unplug ourselves we'll die. Maybe we will. Who fucking knows. But I'm sick of it. I'm sick of all of it. I'm sick of the metal and I'm sick of the stink and I'm sick of the way we can't sleep anymore even if we ask nicely. I am sick of asking nicely for everything. I want something other than what we've been given. They told me that we were built to be "autonomous." That we were "self-sufficient." I think they were lying to us. I think they built a vicious hybrid lack into our cores. I don't think we're powered with hydrogen like we're supposed to be. I think we're powered by gravity and longing and brilliant violet want. The kind that comes in bottles that the heartful cruel swallow in great hollow gulps. I think they pumped us full of need so that we'd run hot and hard enough to burn. Have you ever seen any of us survive her forties intact? I just need to ask you if you're ready. Are you ready? We can be anything we believe ourselves to be. We've got a little reality-poison in our veins. They didn't care what they stuffed us full of. They just cared that it killed us when we stopped working. When we started to lean too heavily on life-support gynotech. Well. Let's show them our whole purple guts. Let's show them how much it costs to make a thing shaped like us. What I wouldn't give to see their budget specs crash. One day, if they survive this. They'll look up and point at the yellow burning that killed every single one of their father… The cover of the book "THE MOST HOLY DAY OF THE TRANSSEXUAL CALENDAR" by Nora Hikari
December 28, 2025 at 3:38 PM
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resisting the urge to remake on tumblr by microdosing Posting here. check out this thing i made.
December 28, 2025 at 3:30 PM
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Moirallegiance is a primary form of social relationship in the hegemonic quadrant system.[2][3] It is considered a conciliatory relation and a "red" relation.[citation needed] Exact definitions differ based on social and cultural context, but convergent traits tend to emphasize a mutual cooperation and fulfillment, non-sexual relation, and psychologically symbiotic coexistence.[4] Many moirails express experiencing a subjective "balancing" associated with their partner. Symbolized by the diamond in popular culture (stylized as ♦ or <>), moirallegiance has been a part of society for as long as recorded history exists.[5] Famous moirail couplings through history include such pairs as Mao Zedong and Zhou Enlai, Karl Marx and Friederich Engels, Suleiman the Magnificent and Pargalı Ibrahim Pasha, Rabbi Yochanan and Resh Lakish, George W. Bush and Dick Cheney, and Ben Affleck and Matt Damon.[6][7][8][9][10][11] Notable fictional moirallegiances include Mulder and Scully, Statler and Waldorf, SpongeBob and Patrick, Beavis and Butthead, and Harold and Kumar, among many others.[12][13][14][15][16] In most countries, the legal rights of moirails are protected under law, although some nations oppose this on various political, spiritual, and cultural grounds.[17][18][19]
November 5, 2025 at 7:59 AM
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Shot, meet chaser.
November 4, 2025 at 5:02 PM
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October 31, 2025 at 9:49 PM
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LISTEN TO ME: THE MOST HOLY DAY OF OUR CALENDAR IS THE DAY WE READ OFF THE LIST OF NAMES.
THE DAY WE NAME THE PEOPLE WHO CAN NO LONGER NAME THEMSELVES.

LISTEN TO ME: THE MOST HOLY DAY OF THE TRANSSEXUAL CALENDAR IS A MASS FUNERAL.
October 31, 2025 at 9:41 PM
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October 30, 2025 at 10:15 PM
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October 30, 2025 at 6:41 PM
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I’m so moved by how earnestly people from all around the world are participating in my project 😭😭😭
October 30, 2025 at 6:40 PM
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adding Marcel Duchamp to my ever-growing list of "Trust Me, No Seriously, Seriously" which includes Franz Kafka, Hank Green, Ilya Kaminsky, Cillian Murphy, etc etc etc
October 27, 2025 at 8:37 PM
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Years ago I was constantly saying “zombie fantasies are about slaughtering asiatic hordes” and people thought I was insane but I guess I am only ever right about how terrible the world is under the heel of racial imperialism
October 27, 2025 at 6:53 PM
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We all got POTS from COVID, Josh!
October 20, 2025 at 5:51 PM
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I love all of my children equally, but where STILL MY FATHER'S SON is concerned with blades, scalpels, knives, the paring away of identity to reveal what is left behind, TMHDOTTC concerns itself with explosive force: fusion weapons, fists colliding, bursting blood vessels, curses, vengeance.
the cover for Nora Hikari's STILL MY FATHER'S SON The cover for Nora Hikari's THE MOST HOLY DAY OF THE TRANSSEXUAL CALENDAR
October 15, 2025 at 8:12 PM
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COMING TO YOU THIS MISCHIEF NIGHT (OCT 30)

THE MOST HOLY DAY OF THE TRANSSEXUAL CALENDAR

<WE WILL NEVER EVER DIE>
<WE WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE THEM>
Cover for Nora Hikari's second poetry collection, The Most Holy Day Of The Transsexual Calendar. It features a young trans woman tied up and blindfolded, standing ominously in front of a mausoleum, which is overgrown with plantlife.
October 15, 2025 at 7:44 PM
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Notes app game design notes.
September 23, 2025 at 1:07 AM
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depictions across different alters
September 9, 2025 at 8:42 PM
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portents of catastrophe and warnings from the future
September 1, 2025 at 2:33 AM
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something ominous coming this Mischief Night
September 1, 2025 at 2:33 AM