#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

[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

[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

[typewriter-worries]

Night Sky with Exit Wounds, Ocean Vuong

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

[bunnyhopbooks]

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

[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

[eternal--returned]

Young enough to believe nothing will change them, they step, hand in hand,

into the bomb crater. The night full of black teeth. His faux Rolex, weeks

from shattering against her cheek, now dims like a miniature moon behind her hair.

In this version, the snake is headless—stilled like a cord unraveled from the lovers' ankles.

He lifts her white cotton skirt, revealing another hour. His hand. His hands. The syllables

inside them, O father, O foreshadow, press into her—as the field shreds itself

with cricket cries. Show me how ruin makes a home out of hip bones, O mother,

O minute hand, teach me how to hold a man the way thirst

holds water. Let every river envy our mouths. Let every kiss hit the body

like a season. Where apples thunder the earth with red hooves, & I am your son.

Ocean Vuong ֍ "A Little Closer to the Edge." Night Sky with Exit Wounds (2016)

[malaisequotes]

“Brooklyn's too cold tonight & all my friends are three years away. My mother said that I could be anything I wanted—but I chose to live. On the stoop of an old brownstone a cigarette flares, then fades. I walk to it: a razor sharpened with silence.”

Thanksgiving 2006 by Ocean Vuong