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I am but paper. Brittle and thin. I am held up to the sun, and it shines right through me. I get written on, and I can never be used again. These scratches are a history. They’re a story. They tell things for others to read, but they only see the words, and not what the words are written upon. I am but paper, and though there are many like me, none are exactly the same. I am parched parchment. I have lines. I have holes. Get me wet, and I melt. Light me on fire, and I burn. Take me in hardened hands, and I crumple. I tear. I am but paper. Brittle and thin.

—The House in the Cerulean Sea.

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Achol Ayor by Daniel Archer for Luncheon Magazine October 2023

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““Right know, I don’t know when to get off the bike or where to go, so I’m just pedaling with all my strength… because I don’t want to fall down.””

— —화양연화 – 삶이 꽃이 되는 순간 (2020)

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Karen Vega by Enrique Levya for Vogue Mexico November 2023

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Don't feel rushed. Some flowers bloom later.

—Like Flowers in the Sand (2023-2024)

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Ancient ruins in Volterra, Italy

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There’s no scale to compare who’s hurting more. There’s no judge to determine that, either. No one has the right to judge someone else’s pain. You’re not obligated to be acknowledged, either. Just… If you’re hurting, you’re hurting. And only you know how much you’re hurting. I won’t force you to be happy. I won’t measure who’s unhappier with you, either. […] And if you’re able to shine on your own again, I want you to shine with all your might.

—Twinkling Watermelon (2023).

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Arch of Caracalla.

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Franny Choi, from “Unlove Poem,” American Poetry Review, May 2022

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Before Sunrise (1995)

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If believe if there's any kind of god it wouldn't be in any of us. Not you or me, but just this little space in between. If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know it's almost impossible to succeed but... Who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt.

—Before Sunrise (1995)

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this movie trilogy is unlike anything i’ve ever seen. each one is so amazing. ethan and julie’s chemistry is so unmatched

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I actually... got sick while living according to other people's standards. I thought everyone else was doing great, and I thought I was the only one who couldn't do anything well, so it made me suffer. So now, I'm taking time to get close to myself, not to others.

—I don't want to do anything (2022)

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Xiangyu Liu for Purple Magazine 

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“I’ve watched my house crumble. My paragon of purity - singed to ash.”

— tumblr  -  Helaena C Moon  /  instagram  -  helaena.c.moon  (via hapless-hollow)

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The Spider (Version III), 1910. by Marcel Roux (1878-1922)

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Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena