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“I am doing my best to not become a museum of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out. I am begging: Let me be lonely but not invisible.”
― Natalie Díaz, Postcolonial Love Poem

“Here, I’ll tell you—with my love I could have filled ten centuries of fire, songs, and valour—ten whole centuries, enormous and winged,—full of knights riding up blazing hills—and legends about giants—and fierce Troys—and orange sails—and pirates—and poets.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

“God is fucking with my oblivion. If he wants forgiveness, he shouldn’t have given us memory.”
― Vi Khi Nao, Fish in Exile

“I, too, follow toward where I am forever returning— Her.”
― Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem