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the goal i wish to look like him
Oh, to be a handsome young navy man in 1930 with curly hair and dirt on my nose on my break from hauling cargo from the shipyard, reading a Little Blue Book titled Homosexual Life that I bought for 5¢, pretending not to notice the banker’s son eyeing me in a truly sinful way.
but in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth.... such a constellation was he to me— circe by madeline miller.
1. Madeline Miller 2. Suzy Kassem 3. Susan Sontag
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We always were
And we will always be
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Dreaming clouds
I wanna be loved like a favorite library book. I wanna be gone to again and again. I wanna be admired and adored like a thumb running across the taped up spine of a beloved book. I want to be solace and comfort for those gentle few who need me but never keep me for themselves. I want to be unowned but never unloved, shared like a secret, dated like the slip taped to the front cover, and checked out by those who desire more of me. I wanna be under your arm and in your bed and gone and back again. Return me because you loved me. Return to me for the same reason.
the song of achilles | madeline miller
…I do not think I can bear it…’ he said, at last. His eyes closed, as if against the horrors. I knew he spoke not of his death but of the nightmare Odysseus had spun, the loss of his brilliance, the withering of his grace. I had seen the joy he took in his own skill, the roaring vitality that was always just beneath the surface. Who was he if not miraculous, and radiant? Who was he if not destined for fame?
The irony of life, Is our greatest fear is to forget, Yet it’s the only certain fate, That anything has ever met, We know one day our earth, Will find itself victim to time, That nothing will be left, To tell your story or mine, And still through life we rush, Scrabbling for something to remember, Perish the thought that ash be ash, And not the memory of an ember.
i’m sorry i haven’t been posting, i’ve been kinda overwhelmed and exhausted recently, i’m trying but thank you for bearing with me!!!
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