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[melancholic-academia]

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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[melancholic-academia]

I remembered my life the way an ax handle , mid-swing, remembers the tree.

-Ocean Vuong, Woodworking at the end of the world

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[melancholic-academia]

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

-Ocean Vuong, Not Even

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[melancholic-academia]

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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[melancholic-academia]

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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[melancholic-academia]

Oh well, childhood is only a cage that widens.

-Ocean Vuong, Dear Peter

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[melancholic-academia]

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

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[melancholic-academia]

There are times,late at night, when your son would wake up believing a bullet is lodged inside him. ... It wasn't me, the boy thinks, who was inside my mother's womb, but this bullet, this seed I bloomed around . ... It wants to stay inside me. It is nothing without me.

Ocean Voung, On Earth we're briefly gorgeous

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