What if I open up a door and I can’t close it
Your sunburned hands
I used to hold.
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What if I open up a door and I can’t close it
Your sunburned hands
I used to hold.
Chasm
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My baby here on earth
Showed me what my heart was worth
So, when it comes to be my turn
It’s not a matter of forgetting you. I don’t accept you aren’t here. You have to be here. You’re faking. And you left after pretending. And you’re in a studio somewhere making art. And you’re happy. And you’re waiting on the day to call me to tell me when you know I won’t kill you for lying about dying. You’re waiting for me to understand why you left.
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A woman must stay alone for a long while until the hate men have for women has left her, and even longer until the jealousy women have for other women has left her, and longer still until the anger her children have for her has left her—until she is no longer a woman altered by the resentment of men, women, and children, no longer what others have forced her to be, but empty as a skull or a shell, filled only by whatever she pleases, forest air perhaps.
— Kiran Desai, The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny
THE FOUNTAINHEAD — 1949, dir. King Vidor
BAREFOOT IN THE PARK (1967) dir. Gene Saks “Paul, tell me you’re not sorry we got married.” “After 40 minutes? Let’s give it a couple of hours first.”