#timeisamother

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Sometimes when i cant sleep, i imagine Van Gogh singing Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah' in his cut ear and feeling peace.

Green voices in the rain, green rain in the voices.

Oh no. The sadness is intensifying. How rude.

Hey [knocks on my skull], can we go home now?

-Ocean Vuong, Beautiful Short Loser

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I can say it was gorgeous now, my harm, because it belonged to no one else.

-Ocean Vuong, Not Even

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I promise you, i was here. I felt things that made death so large it was indistinguishable from air - and i went on destroying inside it like wind in a storm.

-Ocean Vuong, Not Even

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maybe i can build a boy out of the silences inside, maybe we can cease without dying, fuck without tears falling

-Ocean Vuong, Dear T

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Oh well, childhood is only a cage that widens.

-Ocean Vuong, Dear Peter

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I was a boy-

Which meant i was a murderer of my childhood. And like all murderers, my god was stillness. My God, he was still there. Like something prayed for by a man with no mouth.

-Ocean Vuong, The Bull