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“I want to love something. / I want to love something without having to apologize for it. Please don’t tell.”

— Hala Alyan, from “I’m Not Speaking First,” The Twenty-Ninth Year

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Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me

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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"

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As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (Jonas Mekas, 2000)

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"Love", Paruyr Sevak (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

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hummingbird by Raymond Carver

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you are exactly where you need to be, it’s gonna be okay WNRS, i am better than i was, you don’t have to be perfect, ur gonna figure it out

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short & impactful

"Stay."

"Just go."

"I hate you."

"Because I love you."

"Don't leave me."

"Leave me alone."

"I need space."

"Don't go."

"Talk to me."

"I want only you."

"You need to move on."

"Please, speak to me."

"This will end now."

"I want to forget you."

"Hate me."

"Why?"

"Lie to me."

"I can't do this."

"Tell me."

"I'm just afraid."

"Please, leave."

"You can't leave me."

"I need you."

"Don't do this."

"Just stop."

"It's over."

"Tell me the truth."

"I can't lose you."

"We're done."

"Please."

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"I love you , I'm glad we're friends"

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i love being told everything btw. if i love you and youre talking to me not a single detail is too much. youll never overestimate how much of the fabric of your day to day i want to hold in my hands and know the model and make of. im Everything Matters girl and everything matters to me

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My cat moved to sleep with her head on my leg, maybe for today it will be fine

When people say "I'm here for you" or "call me if things get rough" I just think really? Do you actually meant that?

Do you actually meant that I can call you, that I can cut myself open, show you all the ugly, open grief that's inside me, the things that i keep inside until they posion my blood and you would take it?

And is hard to belive, but even if they did meant it, I cannot let their hands stain with something so rotten like me

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When people say "I'm here for you" or "call me if things get rough" I just think really? Do you actually meant that?

Do you actually meant that I can call you, that I can cut myself open, show you all the ugly, open grief that's inside me, the things that i keep inside until they posion my blood and you would take it?

And is hard to belive, but even if they did meant it, I cannot let their hands stain with something so rotten like me

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fatima aamer bilal, from i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time excerpt from moony moonless sky.

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: i often asked myself / do i want love / or do i want proof that i am loveable?]

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Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?

you say you don’t want a boyfriend, but you know that’s not true - Charlotte Green/the voice - Anaïs Nin/the unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath/tolerate it - Taylor Swift/the unabridged journals of sylvia plath - Sylvia Plath/the unexpurgated diary of anaïs nin - Anaïs Nin/ @treebloods/@lovebeing-a-girl/@ sanwtch on instagram/ @onlyanothermundane/@tullispink/I am an observer, but not by choice - @fatimaamerbilal/the prophecy - Taylor Swift/criss cross - Lynne Rae Perkins/Vladimir Mayakovsky in a letter to Lili Brik/what I could never confess without some bravado - Emily Palermo/little weirds - Jenny Slate

requested here

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here. have a poem for every day of the week. it’ll be okay I love you

monday by alex dimitrov

watching you talk on the phone, I consider the empty space around atoms— by rhiannon mcgavin

on wednesday they came on the news by robert wood lynn

thursday by james longenbach

a photograph by james schuyler

love and the deli counter by jill mcdonough

when you have forgotten sunday: the love story by gwendolyn brooks