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i dreamt i was falling through valleys and valleys just to get to you. swimming like a bullet to the bottom of the ocean. rolling onto my stomach, burying my head in pale sand to scream.

i dreamt i was a spider. i dropped down from the web, hanging from its center by a thread.

spinning and spinning. spinning and spinning and spinning.

i felt like a star shattering but i was nothing. eight arms and i couldn't embrace myself enough. i open my eyes and light bathes us in multicolour.

we are spinning and spinning and spinning.

spinning and spinning and spinning.

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Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

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i didn't need to believe in god after you. i didn't even think of god. and i knew it was love when i didn't think of reciprocity, either.

i wanted to love you like a ribbon that runs across the world. i wanted to put my hands on the things you touched, in the places where yours had left microscopic traces of you.

i wanted to carry you like a little secret in my heart's tiny fist. like a graded paper.

i wanted to love you without talking about it.

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Ecstatic and tortured process. But it put more back into me than it took out of me.

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the world seems so large and then you look at it.

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Dimitrov, Alex. "Living On Earth." Love and Other Poems.

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I have the qualifications, I swear, I expand to fill every container I am placed in, I open myself up on one end, I become the container and remain the container for as long as the contents are true

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excerpts from Sonny's Blues, James Baldwin

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"you'd rather be alone for the rest of your life than spend some of it with the wrong person?"

"i'd rather be dead than spend a minute of my life with the wrong person. life is a privilege when spent in the absence of the wrong people, whether that means you spend it alone or in company. i'm saying forget that privilege, even: i'd rather be dead."

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BEE LB, from "friction polish"

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Giovanni's Room, James Baldwin

#james baldwin #giovannis room #giovanni's room #writeblr #literature #prose #writing #booklr #poetry #bibliophile

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On November 5, 1917, 100 years ago today, Wilfred Owen wrote a gorgeous love letter to fellow gay World War I poet Siegfried Sassoon. It continues to be one of my favorite love letters of all time.

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think it's a deep consolation to know that spiders dream, that monkeys tease predators, that dolphins have accents, that lions can be scared silly by a lone mongoose, that otters hold hands, and ants bury their dead. that there isn't their life and our life. nor your life and my life. that it's just one teetering and endless thread and all of us, all of us, are entangled w it as deep as entanglement goes. v neat i think.

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Ama Codjoe, from "The Bluest Nude" [ID'd]

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i imagine myself slipping out of this world like water swirling into the precipice of a steel sink.

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of all the days i've wished i was dead, today i wish it the most.

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i am far removed from everything