#Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[pityroad]

— 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.]

[wedarkacademia]

How sweet. That rain. How something that lives only to fall can be nothing but sweet.

- Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[benitasroom]

from the shelf: thanksgiving 2006, ocean vuong (from “night sky with exit wounds”)

[asoftepiloguemylove]

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

[newvision]

— Ocean Vuong, from Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[thebookofaphrodite]

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

[allsadnshit]

Thanksgiving 2006, Ocean Vuong

[eternal--returned]

I am ready to be every animal

you must leave behind.

Ocean Vuong ֍ "Thanksgiving 2006." Night Sky with Exit Wounds (2016)

[starsstardust]

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

[sallyrooneygf]

Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[typewriter-worries]

Night Sky with Exit Wounds, Ocean Vuong

[ Text ID: some nights you are the / lighthouse / some nights the sea ]

[pityroad]

— 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 /]

[wedarkacademia]

"My mother said I could be anything I wanted—but I chose to live." ― Ocean Vuong

[bunnyhopbooks]

Ocean Vuong by the sea 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

[dearauroraa]

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

[gennsoup]

It's simple: I just don't know how to love a man gently. Tenderness a thing to be beaten into. Fireflies strung through sapphired air.

Ocean Vuong, Into the Breach