Moose Musing

Scattered thoughts, poetry, and more or less a shrine to my doomed love life. My writing is usually under hashtag “stuff i wrote”

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“I was very fond of you, but now I’m so, so tired. I’m not happy to go, but one needn’t be happy to make another start.” -

Albert Camus, The Plague

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“each love poem i have come to assemble has a dash of exaggeration in it. truth be told, i have never loved so greatly, so freely, so desperately. i find myself holding back forever, holding back every single fibre and nerve and butterfly in my body. but i am tired of holding back. i want to fall head-to-toe, madly in love. i want to feel what it is to be able to throw my love away and know with absolute certainty this love will come back to me because you’ll give your equally free and honest love, to me.”

— i find myself holding back forever.

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“Writing is something you do alone. It’s a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don’t wanna make eye contact while telling it.”

— John Green

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