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“I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.”

— Coco Chanel

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Lady Gaga on the second incarnation of the Monster Ball Tour (2011)

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"I am not well. I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason."

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

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“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”

— Haruki Murakami

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“Slowly I dance out of the burning house of my head.”

— Mark Strand, from The Compete Poems; “The Way It Is,” wr. c. June 1975 (via weltenwellen)

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“I feel / the pull of dirt / again, sense mist uncurling / to reveal / no architecture hidden behind the world / except the stories that we make unfolding.”

— Peter Campion, from “Dandelions” (via soracities)

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“They have too many colors, too much life. They are not quiet, Quiet, like the little emptinesses I carry.”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems, “Three Women”; March 1962

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“oh / I want something so beautiful I forget my life.”

— Melissa Stein, from “Aquarium,” Rough Honey (via lifeinpoetry)

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“I came to love myself in defiance, out of despair, because there was nothing else.”

— Jamaica Kincaid, from The Autobiography of My Mother

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“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”

— Oscar Wilde

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I forgive everything. the stomach pains. the words lost between languages. the worst headache of my life. if nothing else, you make my hands feel like hands. listen: I’d collect your ghosts. I’d swallow them whole. once on a plane, I cried about the blanket the flight attendant gave me. it reminded me of you. there’s a love that exists somewhere between new york and cairo that has your name on it. I hope it finds you. I don’t want the pictures. I want each memory to live inside of me forever. I want the songs back. the ones the storeowners play in bayridge when they’re missing home (which is to say the songs are always playing). I forgive it all. the woman who did unforgivable things, the food that went bad too early, the impatient drivers, my stomach always leaving me. you make my heart feel like it could get something right. I want dreams for you. I want to say I’ll see you soon, but who knows when I’ll see you. you break my heart a little, but don’t let it get to you. everything breaks my heart a little. I just want you to know I remember you. you exist everywhere I go which means you’ve been across the state, across the country, across the world by now. you make my poems wilt less. you make everything wilt less. I want a world of flight for you. which means you could land anywhere. which means I already forgive if it’s a lifetime away from me.