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"The hardest thing about moving forward is leaving something behind - and usually it’s a part of ourselves." - Unknown
Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977
“I do not fear death.I fear dying incomplete”
— Levon Peter Poe
“Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was.”
— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin, 2019)
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Anthony Thomas Lombardi, from "self-portrait as murmuration"
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Gavin Yuan Gao, from "Wild Nothing"
Gavin Yuan Gao, from "Lullaby"
“Wherever there are politics or economics no morality exists.”
— Friedrich Schlegel, Ideas
And perhaps whatever you hope for will come true.
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Noor Hindi, from DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW. ;“Pledging Allegiance”
[Text ID: “I’m locked out of my home. No, I can’t recognize my home. I grabbed the wrong keys. The house has been painted a different color. There is music inside but I don’t understand the words. There is smoke inside, but nothing is burning.”]
Dunya Mikhail, from Diary of a wave outside the sea (trans. Elizabeth Winslow and Dunya Mikhail) [ID'd]