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OCTOBER THROUGH DECEMBER IS LIT. DONT EVEN ARGUE. HAPPY HALLOTHANKSMAS !!

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If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.

Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

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I barely knew I had skin before I met you.

Sarah Waters, The Paying Guests, 2014

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How do I look away now that I have seen you?

Rachel Mennies, from "April 18, 2017” The Naomi Letters

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What I feel for you – it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise.

Katherine Mansfield, The Collected Letters of Kathering Mansfield: Volume Four: 1920- 1921

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The things I want, I want with you.

Sarah Kane, Complete Plays; from 'Crave'

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But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.

Lemony Snicket / The Beatrice Letters

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You're the only person I've ever met who seems to have the faintest conception of what I mean when I say a thing.

Virginia Woolf

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Didn't I adore you harder than silence?

Nathalie Handal, excerpt of 'Midnight Train to Georgia'.

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December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...

| John Geddes, "A Familiar Rain"

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In December the first frosts came with the full moon, there was a sort of beauty to them, cold and clear, that caught at the heart and made me stare in wonder.

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Needle-dark December smells. She walks with wonder everywhere.

- Muriel Rukeyser, from The Collected Poems; "Christmas Eve"

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It is December and we must be brave.

– Natalie Díaz, from "Manhattan Is a Lenape Word", Postcolonial Love Poem

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And even now in the gathering dark of a late afternoon in December, of one more year stretching between us, I think of you. I remember.

- Tom Hansen, from "December Monologue,” Rattle #24 (Winter 2005).

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December is the holdout month, all the others torn away.

– Anne Gisleson, The Futilitarians: Our Year of Thinking, Drinking, Grieving, and Reading

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It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.

- Sarah Kay, from "Winter Without You", No Matter the Wreckage

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oh cool it's decemeber! *grieves & grieves & grieves & grieves &*