— Thanksgiving 2006, Ocean Vuong, from 'Night Sky with Exit Wounds'
[text ID: Brooklyn's too cold tonight
& all my friends are three years away.
My mother said I could be anything
I wanted — but I chose to live.]
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How sweet. That rain. How something that lives only to fall can be nothing but sweet.
- Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
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— Ocean Vuong, Reasons for Staying
[text ID: Because this mess I made I made with love.]
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“Understand me when I say I burn best when crowned with your scent.”
— Ocean Vuong, from “Night Sky with Exit Wounds.”
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when ocean vuong wrote "in the body where everything has a price, i was a begger" and "even my name knelt down inside me, asking to be spared" and "because this is mess i made, i made with love" and "i'm sorry i keep saying how are you? when i really mean are you happy?" and "i am not a writer but a faucet underwater" and
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— Ocean Vuong, from Night Sky with Exit Wounds
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Thanksgiving 2006, Ocean Vuong
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About Love from the last 5 books I read
Amanda Lovelace, the princess saves herself in this one // Trista Mateer, Aphrodite Made Me Do It // Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds // Phoenicia Rogerson, Herc // Ada Limon, Bright Dead Things
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Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
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Night Sky with Exit Wounds, Ocean Vuong
[ Text ID: some nights you are the / lighthouse / some nights the sea ]
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— from My Father Writes from Prison, Ocean Vuong, in 'Night Sky with Exit Wounds'
[text ID: some nights you are the lighthouse / some nights the sea / what this means is that I don't know / desire other than the need / to be battered & rebuilt /]
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"My mother said I could be anything I wanted—but I chose to live."
― Ocean Vuong
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“Brooklyn's too cold tonight & all my friends are three years away. My mother said that I could be anything I wanted—but I chose to live. On the stoop of an old brownstone a cigarette flares, then fades. I walk to it: a razor sharpened with silence.”
Thanksgiving 2006 by Ocean Vuong
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Snow Theory, Ocean Vuong
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