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the worst thing about love is i remember it. i walk around all day thinking: i’m going to die in the universe you loved me in. i get so jealous of euthanized dogs.

June Gehringer, “I get so jealous of euthanized dogs” (Peach Mag)

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I feel myself oppressed by an error of my soul which I dislike.

Michel de Montaigne, “On Presumption”

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I say your name, and the audience shifts in their seats. I say your name, and I’ve raised the dead. O you, reckless anarchist. Arsonist of our lives. I say your name and become the dead. This grief opens my mouth and speaks your name.

“I say your name and the audience shifts in their seats”, Clementine von Radics

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Kim Addonizio, “what do women want?”

I want a red dress.

I want it flimsy and cheap,

I want it too tight, I want to wear it

until someone tears it off me.

I want it sleeveless and backless,

this dress, so no one has to guess

what’s underneath. I want to walk down

the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store

with all those keys glittering in the window,

past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old

donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers

slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,

hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.

I want to walk like I’m the only

woman on earth and I can have my pick.

I want that red dress bad.

I want it to confirm

your worst fears about me,

to show you how little I care about you

or anything except what

I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment

from its hanger like I’m choosing a body

to carry me into this world, through

the birth-cries and the love-cries too,

and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin,

it’ll be the goddamned

dress they bury me in.

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How quickly does the body forget its history?

See What I Have Done: A Novel, Sarah Schmidt

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I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That’s all. The rest is confetti.

The Haunting of Hill House

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And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

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Still on an emotional high from Sofar Sounds! Turn the sound on for this one, Dea gets a lil vulgar 🙊 Video by Giulia Notaro, Projections by Christian Hannon 🙏🏼 #sofarsounds #sofarnyc #edawolf #nonvisuals #projectivespace #nyc #les #electronic (at Sofar Sounds)