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— Susan Hahn, "Her Purse, at the Winter Solstice"

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— Anne Sexton, “Her Kind” from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton

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— Bruce Weigl, “Her Life Runs Like a Red Silk Flag” from Archaeology of the Circle: New and Selected Poems.

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“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”

— C.S. Lewis (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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“She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself. With him she was at ease; her skin felt as though it was her right size.”

— Americanah, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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“Before… loneliness had become a natural appendage to [her], like an arm. Now it grew roots inside her and pressed against her chest.”

— Where the Crawdads Sing, Delia Owens

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“I do not hate my body, because such a thing would be pointless, shortsighted. You cannot hate an animal for what she is, especially one who bears your ungrateful mind through this terrible world. And anyway, how do you hate something who marks her territory so dramatically, with such violence and panache? Who reminds you, with each step, I am here, I am here, I am here?”

— The body that says ‘I am here’ by Carmen Maria Machado in the Unruly Bodies series curated by Roxane Gay (via sonnywortzik)

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“I thought she was sleeping until I heard her call out from across the room, “Will you bring me a glass of water?” I did. Then in her always-sleepy tone and drawl she said, “Do you remember when you were a little boy and you would ask your mama to bring you a glass of water?” Yeah. “You know how half the time you weren’t even thirsty. You just wanted that hand that was attached to that glass that was attached to that person you just wanted to stay there until you fell asleep.” She took the glass of water that I brought her and just sat it down full on the table next to her. Wow, I thought. What am I gonna do with love like this.”

— One Night from Dito Montiel’s A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints

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—Kitchen Mckeown, from Outbreaks

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“I’m at home, betrothed to blue, with her refracted light. The light is home, this blue is blue all through my word.”

— Agha Shahid Ali, ‘My Word’ in Call Me Ishmael Tonight (via pairedaeza)

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Mary Oliver, from "Black Oaks", Blue Iris

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

[Text ID: “When i divide my one hand in the sequence of all the hands I have let divide me, the answer is a ratio of memory and touch, a fixed place I return to often–: Her.”]