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love in the big city - sang young park

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A relationship around age 20

the bomb - Florence & the machine Wendy - maise Peters love bomb - Maude Latour

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pov: it’s time to end the situationship

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childhood - tove ditlevsen

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John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne (July 8th, 1819)

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“Now I have really known suffering. And I have survived. I am alone — unloved + w[ith]o[ut] someone to love — the thing I feared most in the world. I have touched bottom. And I survive.”

— As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals & Notebooks 1964-1980 by Susan Sontag

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Anne Sexton, from “Doors, Doors, Doors,” in The Complete Poems [ID in alt text]

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Slouching Toward Bethlehem - Joan Didion

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Anaïs Nin, from “The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944–1947”

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Kenneth Rexroth, ‘Confusion of the Senses’

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David Mitchell, Slade House

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Norwegian wood / haruki murakami

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Norwegian Wood - Haruki Murakami

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James Baldwin in conversation with Nikki Giovanni

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One of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, has ever happened to anyone before.

Joan Didion, “Slouching Toward Bethlehem”

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Joni Mitchell, “A Case of You”

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“Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, from Night Sky With Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong