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- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

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I DON’T KNOW WHAT WE ARE ANYMORE AND I WON’T FORGET THE NIGHTS WE SPLAYED OUT ON YOUR BED A LITTLE TOO HIGH WHILE I MEMORIZED THE LINES OF YOUR HAND BUT I’LL GET OVER THIS, I PROMISE, AMONG OTHER CONFESSIONS, Lev St. Valentine

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The Hunger Moon, Marge Piercy

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Erika L. Sánchez, from “La Cueva”, Lessons on Expulsion

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“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”

— The Pale King, David Foster Wallace (via existential-celestial)

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Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Mary Magdalene”

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October, Louise Glück

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Entering the Kingdom by Mary Oliver

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— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "What We Want"

[Text ID: "and in the morning / our arms ache. / We don't remember the dream, / but the dream remembers us."]

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Pig, Sam Sax

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Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments (trans. Richard Howard) [ID in ALT]

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Margaret Atwood, from “He shifts from east to west”, Power Politics

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— Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlin Thomas.

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Jen Mazza (American, b. 1972, Washington DC, USA) - Peripety (5), 2008 from Peripety Project, Paintings: Oil on Linen