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— Jennifer Niven, All The Bright Places
— Trista Mateer, from “i still forget we’re not even friends”
— R. Arnold
– Jackie Wang | from "The Crypt Seed"
Sometimes second chances come as a new friend, an interesting book or an unexpected trip. Not always will they be what we expect.
Dr. Nicole Addison
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground
Sometimes all it takes is to be the butt of someone else’s fat joke, to remember who you are and get motivated.
My body shouldn’t be your business.
There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything.
Luna Adriana
As long as you love it...
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
— Mary Oliver
Ilya Kaminsky, from "While the Child Sleeps, Sonya Undresses", Deaf Republic
I write the same poem;
Over and over and over.
No matter which words I put down;
It’s always the same poem.
The same pain;
The same ruin;
The same broken dreams;
The same crushed egg shells;
The same shards of glass;
The same fiery coals;
The same bleeding heart bursting through my throat;
The same poem.
-6/15/21
Let’s raise a toast…
To all the versions of myself that had to die..
To all the versions of myself I had to bury…
To all the lives I have mourned..
For I wasn’t really in a coffin, but a seed coat…
To all the versions that will continue to shed,
To be buried, to die to nourish and be further planted..
So I may continue to bloom and grow into the future me.
—-8/16/23
If you had your own personal sunshine you’d protect it too. No one ever wanted to keep me for themselves, that’s what they did to you.
Like a possession?
Yes. One you show off, and one you hide so as not to risk anyone else wanting it.
-5/22/2023