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…the awareness that this moment will become a memory
“Anger continued on past its usefulness becomes unjust, then dangerous… It fuels not positive activism but regression, obsession, vengeance,
About wocwog HJ. I love him. He's so raw, and there's so much pain and rage.
Joy Sullivan, “Even If”, Instructions for Traveling West
Warsan Shire, from “Backwards”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
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There's been a premature obituary for the book.
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november 2024.
tam cốc – bích dộng, ninh binh, vietnam
september 2024.
Ada Limón on Preparing the Body for a Reopened World
There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.
Virginia Woolf
“Love will teach you many things, most of them tragic—”
— Traci Brimhall, from “Lullaby on Mount Moriah,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod (via lifeinpoetry)