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— Ezra Koenig, Vampire Weekend
Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere
Sometimes I wish I could read your mind. But then, I wonder if I could handle the truth.
The Vow
Anne Michaels, from Skin Divers; “Skin Divers”
[Text ID: “Like the moon, I want / to touch places / just by looking.”]
When love finds you again, I wish for you that is kind, gentle, loving, peaceful and tranquil. May it make you smile again, laugh often, dance like no one’s watching, and support your true self without condition.
and now you don’t even want me for my body anymore
you got bored of me after you saw what you wanted
i used to tell myself that i‘m fine with us just being this weird something.
never anything, at least not nothing
i am a smart person, i knew from the beginning what you wanted
but i just craved your love
even if that meant that i had to give you my body in order to hold you a little bit longer
Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus
[Text ID: “—Every time I want to write, I want to write love stories. But as soon as I pick up the pen I’m overcome by horror.”]
i was so angry at everything when i was 13. and i was right.
to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you.
“No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.”
— Clementine von Radics
Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "Work," featured in The Southern Review (edited)
“you’re my best friend, now i’ve got no one to tell i’ve lost my best friend.”
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— Virginia Woolf
Mary Oliver, from New & Selected Poems of Mary Oliver; "A Meeting,"