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jeanette winterson, referenced by victoria chang, says, ‘the best work speaks intimately to you, even though it has been consciously made to speak intimately to thousands of others.’

jorge luis borges, addressing a large audience in the butler library at columbia university, said, ‘a crowd is an illusion. no such thing exists. i am talking to you personally.’

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how do you just get up and deal with the fact that there’s a last time for everything. there was a last time you sat on your dads shoulders and there was a last time your mom tucked you into bed. there’s going to be a last time you kiss your sister on the head and there’s going to be a last time you hug your best friend. there’s going to be a last time you feel exactly as you feel right now and there’s going to be a last time that person says i love you. i need to lay down

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James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room / Bill Hader, on IT: Chapter Two

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the blues, love songs

New Order, "Bizarre Love Triangle" / Old 97's, "Colour of a Lonely Heart is Blue" / Mitski, "Blue Light / Joni Mitchell, "Blue" / Hozier, "Better Love" / Joni Mitchell, "Blue"

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Lying, in bed, alone, is safe. Keep your hands clean, You can touch your own face.

— Elisa Gabbert, from "Yes & No," Normal Distance

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— Adrienne Rich, from “Integrity.”

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Andrew Garfield, in an interview with GQ

It's never-ending. The grief is never-ending. The love is never-ending. Like, Oh. That's the nature of love.

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“I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947

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lately I’ve been Overcome With Emotion

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It’s not metaphor that bees make honey of themselves while language only dreams the hunted thing. Let’s be hungry a little while longer. Let’s not hurt each other if we can.

— Maya C. Popa, from "Wound Is the Origin of Wonder," Wound Is the Origin of Wonder

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The Sorrow Festival, Erin Slaughter

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lindsey drager, the archive of alternative endings

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From How to Be Perfect by Ron Padgett

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Is it possible to stop loving everything? The owl. The hawk. Every person I meet. To see everyone as my mother. To have a heart like this is to be made of midnight. There are always too many questions to ask and not enough time. To love so much is to live within birds. I have been waiting for this heart to fade or at least to kneel.

— Victoria Chang, from “Marfa, Texas,” in The Trees Witness Everything

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Olivia Laing, The Lonely City

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“You know what you are for me. The torment of imagining you far away-among other people who can have the joy of seeing you, talking to you, being near you while I am here without life because I can neither see you nor talk with you, nor be near you-can be mitigated only by the thought that you feel my presence within you and that even from far away you give me life, and that even in your silence you see me and talk to me; in one word, that I am alive and close to you, more than those who see you, talk to you, and are around you.”

— Luigi Pirandello (1867-1936), in a letter to Marta Abba (1900-1988), July 27, 1931, translated by Benito Ortolani