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“Don’t waste sunsets with people who will be gone by sunrise.”
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Helen Ivory, Waiting for Bluebeard; The Disappearing
TEXT ID: This time the door wasn't locked so she saw the room's plunder floating in the dark liquid of neatly labelled jars fingernails, tangles of hair, an unborn child. My skin hung from a wire hanger on the back of the door like a wedding dress emptied of its bride. It was too tight to climb into, so she left the house naked.
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embrace
Briony Marshall (Peaceful embrace or the melting of boundaries), Stephan Sinding (To Mennesker), Gustav Vigeland (Kiss), William Zorach (Embrace), Antonio Canova (Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss)
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“You deserve the love you keep trying to give everyone else.”
— Unknown
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not to flex but i never saw la la land
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I give him a queen and he gives me an army.
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why are we supposed to say “it's okay” when it's not?
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Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us
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D. H. Lawrence, from Lady Chatterley’s Lover
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“To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”
— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”
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— F. Scott Fitzgerald, from The Love of the Last Tycoon (via lunamonchtuna)
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— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, “To the Desert” from Dark and Perfect (El Paso: Cinco Puntos Press, 1995) (via lunamonchtuna)
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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
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Julia de Burgos, tr. by Jack Agüeros, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos; "To Julia de Burgos"
[Text ID: "in all my poems I undress my heart."]
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