It’s been a whole week of “I was never good at telling jokes but the punchline goes, I’ll get older but your lovers stay my age, from when your Brooklyn broke my skin and bones, I’m a solider whose returning half her weight, and did the twin flame bruise paint you blue, just between us, did the love affair maim you too, and in the city’s barren cold, I still remember the first fall of snow and how it glistened as it fell, I remember it all too well” being stuck in my head and I wouldn’t have it any other way
“Like a river has no need of air, nor the sea of land, nor the sword of banquets, I have no need of the world if you are not in it.”
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Dulce María Loynaz, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “Poema XXXVI” (tr. James O’Connor)
[Original: Fuera de ti ha de sobrarme el mundo, como le sobra al río el aire, al mar la tierra, a la espada la mesa del convite.]
Joy Harjo, from “For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet”, Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems
“What-ifs and could-have-beens were not the way to move forward. She knew that from experience.”
— Judi Fennell
“Love isn’t like it is in the books.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald; Emotional Bankruptcy
“But I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will. My whole life.”
— Blue is the Warmest Color
Mohammed El-Kurd, from Rifqa; “Rifqa”
[Text ID: “I cried—not for the house / but for the memories I could have had inside it.”]
When the time comes, you will see who is fake. Do not let it be you.
“I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.”
— Warsan Shire
Listen to the sound of your heart breaking, cry but do not wither away darling.
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