Please be happy for other people. Your time will come.
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Please be happy for other people. Your time will come.
when Alina Baraz said “I’m not asking for too much, I’m asking the wrong motherfucker” I really felt that
“As you come to me from the only place in which I do not feel myself loved, I also have the feeling that you are alone in loving me, alone I being able not to love me.”
— Jacques Derrida, from “Envois,” The Post Card: From Socrates to Freud and Beyond (University of Chicago Press, 1987)
“So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me for I, too, am fluent in silence.”
— R. Arnold
Katharine Taylor Brennan, from The Personal Journal of an Ordinary Person.
“But poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don’t know you know.”
— Adrienne Rich, from When We Dead Awaken: Writing as Re-Vision
Late Spring, Mary Oliver
Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices, Sylvia Plath
[ID: I wait and ache. I think I have been healing.]
The Saint Paul Globe, Minnesota, January 25, 1903
Alexander Blok, fromThe Selected Poems of Alexander Blok; “I am Young,”
Just a little reminder not to check up on the toxic person you left. Don’t check their socials. Don’t hit them up to see how they’re doing. Your peace of mind is too important to get wrapped up in it all again.
Sandra Cisneros, A House of My Own
“I couldn’t tell my solitude from love –”
— Louise Glück, from The Seven Ages; Aubade.