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Frances Kearney :  Five People Thinking the Same Thing III. 1998
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“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”
— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water
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Larry Levis, from “New Year’s Eve at the Santa Fe Hotel, San Fresno, California” in The Darkening Trapeze: Last Poems
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But the older you get, the more important it is to worship at the temple of forgiveness.
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Love is real I've just had soup and sandwich
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Bi-weekly, Claudia Keep
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Lovers on the grass in Washington Square Park, New York, 1953. Photograph by Ernst Haas.
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here is my blanket i’ve been working on steadily since april. it is warm and a little scratchy 🧶💘
[ID: a blanket made of lots of crocheted granny squares, in different bright and pastel colors, and with different designs - some are solid, some multicolor, some with flowers or hearts in the middle.]
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crying so hard night now. he is cute is that not enough to let him compete
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Peopleiloved
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Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things
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Mazzy Star performing Fade Into You in 1994 (MTV): “A stranger’s light comes on slowly, a stranger’s heart without a home, you put your hands into your head, and then smiles cover your heart…”
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“Then, for the first time in my life, I was really aware of another person’s body, of another person’s smell. We had our arms around each other. It was like a holding in my hand some rare, exhausted, nearly doomed bird which I had miraculously happened to find.”
— James Baldwin, from Giovanni’s Room
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why is this so profound
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