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Dear Sara by Ocean Vuong

[ID: an excerpt of part of the poem Dear Sara by Ocean Vuong which reads “on the page you slam / the book shut look out / at the leafless trees / doused in red April rain / where none of us / are children long enough / to love it”]

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tumblr polls have amplified the human need to vote on things. this place just became the roman senate

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This was very funny to me

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-Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

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good bones by maggie smith saturday . give it up for good bones by maggie smith saturday

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THINGS I TELL MYSELF

everyone is begging you to stop this false grief / turn it out, hack it to pieces, bury it– / i’m telling you, / all of your poems are about earth / about returning to a place, / any place, / any place that accepts you like a fever dream. / you make yourself up in the image others want to see / yourself included / take all the bad parts out / and make yourself into a martyr. 

i’m telling you, / if you make a sound in the forest / nobody hears you as loudly as yourself. 

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“You love him, you do, and here’s the miracle: he loves you too. You are allowed to lick off the colour from his lips to listen to the hymns in his pulse to bask in the sunlight of his voice You are allowed to have him. You love each other, you do, and here’s the tragedy: it’s not enough. You are allowed to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out You are not allowed to save him.”

— you can love him, but you can’t keep him ( j.p. )

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"You’re all I ever wanted

and worth dying for too

but I think I’d rather keep the bullet this time. It’s mine, you can’t have it, see,

I’m not giving it up. This way you still owe me, and that’s

as good as anything."

- Richard Siken, Crush