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Childhood made everything feel like it lingered. The time it took for hot chocolate to cool down was eternal. Christmas day took weeks. The two-hour drive to my grandparents' house took us to a new world. It's all too fast now.

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@the2headedcalf / On Love, Alain de Botton / @tilthat / Céline Sciamma / Twitter: Nightshiftmp3 / Twitter: Thepartypope / Portrait of a Lady on Fire / The Clean House, Sarah Ruhl

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I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us as with a match, which is lit, and bright, but does not hurt in the common way, but delightfully, as if delight were the most serious thing you ever felt.

— Mary Oliver, from “Snow Geese”

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me, about to be so abnormal about this: im gonna be so normal about this

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My hands wanted to touch your hands / because we had hands, wrote Frank Bidart.

He wrote about his hand with his own hands—: it’s a mise en abyme.

To have a lover’s hands within our own hands, to become those other hands as those other hands are becoming you, is to be between two mirrors, is to be placed into the abyss of touch.

The infinity of her hand.

— Natalie Diaz, from The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones—: These Hands If Not Gods