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We kiss and I'm breathless. This is the love you only experience once. A love that destroys everything while creating whole universes. It sends you so high you can feel everything so sharply. A love that enters through every pore of your being so intensely that it burns. You're in another dimension. You're one with the Divine. Wounded to the core, but you don't want it to stop. How wonderful it is to love so desperately. And how incredibly horrifying.
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{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz }
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One thing about me is that I will defend Romeo and Juliet until the day I die. “They weren’t in love—” the point is that they were never allowed to figure that out themselves because of the hateful society they lived in. They were kids who didn’t get to figure these things out because they died. “Romeo should have checked—” Juliet didn’t have a pulse. He didn’t know about the plan. “Juliet was dumb for taking the potion—” She was a 13 year old girl. That was the Friar’s fault, not hers. It was the fault of the adults who should have known better.
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so badly i want to be remembered.
but everyone is forgotten eventually
only the fingerprints we leave on others will carry on our legacy.
i’m afraid i’ve held on too hard
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what if what if what if…
what if i never choose to figure it out
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If I’m the villain in your recount
because I found the courage to
stand up for myself, then so be it.
For it says more about your character
than what it says about mine.
- s.a
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how did you learn to write well?
well first you have to be a very sad child
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Jericho Brown, from Another Elegy (”This is what our dying looks like”)", The New Testament
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