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Sonya Vatomsky, from a poem titled "Spring Flowers," featured in Salt Is for Curing, publ. in 2015

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{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

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“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.”

— C.S. Lewis

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i sometimes wish there was someone i could do insane things with, and i don't mean anything sexual here but like dressing up as our favorite fictional characters, watching the sunsets, roam around the city with nowhere to go, make the lamest jokes possible and scream when we catch eyes with each other in public, celebrate our birthdays and achievements (even the smallest ones), eat food together, hug each other when either of us isn't feeling right, be there for each other (not to fight with anyone who wronged us but to just be.)

no matter how many times someone compliments me and tells "your future partner is going to be super lucky" there is this hollowness that runs like a thread through me and it behaves like a rollercoaster, sometimes zero but sometimes infinite. I wish i could explain how lucky are those who have casual friends they can hang out with, the ones with whom they can share laughter and make those "teenage" memories.

the word "insane" at the start might sound a bit off but to me who has never shared moments like you have, its extraordinary insane but in a melancholically painful yet beautiful way.