#Night Sky with Exit Wounds
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pityroad · 1 year ago
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— 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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wedarkacademia · 1 year ago
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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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benitasroom · 2 months ago
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from the shelf: thanksgiving 2006, ocean vuong (from “night sky with exit wounds”)
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asoftepiloguemylove · 2 years ago
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on humanity and love
Chen Chen Elegy / Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir / Sheila Heti Pure Colour / unknown (via @morepeachyogurt) / Ocean Vuong Night Sky with Exit Wounds / As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (2000) dir. Jonas Mekas / Berlot Brecht Motto / Fleabag (2016-2019); Episode #2.3 dir. Harry Bradbeer / Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert / pinterest / Louise Glück Vita Nova
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newvision · 11 months ago
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— Ocean Vuong, from Night Sky with Exit Wounds
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thebookofaphrodite · 2 years ago
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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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eternal--returned · 1 month ago
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I am ready to be every animal
you must leave behind.
Ocean Vuong ֍ "Thanksgiving 2006." Night Sky with Exit Wounds (2016)
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starsstardust · 1 year ago
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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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sallyrooneygf · 2 years ago
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Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
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typewriter-worries · 2 years ago
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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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pityroad · 1 year ago
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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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wedarkacademia · 2 years ago
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"My mother said I could be anything I wanted—but I chose to live." ― Ocean Vuong
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benitasroom · 1 month ago
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b's favorite poems (003): because it's summer, ocean vuong (from "night sky with exit wounds")
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bunnyhopbooks · 6 months ago
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Ocean Vuong by the sea 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
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clarkesyd · 3 days ago
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read in 2025. night sky with exit wounds by ocean vuong ★★★☆☆
my mother said i could be anything i wanted—but i chose to live.
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dearauroraa · 1 month ago
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In the body, where everything has a price,
I was a beggar. On my knees,
I watched, through the keyhole, not
the man showering, but the rain
falling through him: guitar strings snapping
over his globed shoulders.
He was singing, which is why
I remember it. His voice—
it filled me to the core
like a skeleton. Even my name
knelt down inside me, asking
to be spared.
He was singing. It is all I remember.
For in the body, where everything has a price,
I was alive. I didn’t know
there was a better reason.
That one morning, my father would stop
—a dark colt paused in downpour—
& listen for my clutched breath
behind the door. I didn’t know the cost
of entering a song—was to lose
your way back.
So I entered. So I lost.
I lost it all with my eyes
wide open.
Night Sky With Exit Wounds, Ocean Vuong
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