Devanshi Gupta

“But mostly we’re forgetting we’re dead stars too, my mouth is full/ of dust and I wish to reclaim the rising—/ to lean in the spotlight of streetlight with you, toward/ what’s larger within us, toward how we were born./

Look, we are not unspectacular things,/ we’ve come this far, survived this much. What/ would happen if we decided to survive more?”
― Ada Limon, The Carrying

“Love. It is not a five-star stay. It is not compliments and it is never ever flattery. It is solid. Not sweet but always nutritious always herb, always salt. Sometimes grit.”
― Yrsa Daley-Ward, bone

“Of all the violence I have known in my life I have never known violence like the violence I have spoken to myself,”
― Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

“Before, the only thing I was interested in was love, how it grips you, how it terrifies you, how it annihilates and resuscitates you. I didn’t know then that it wasn’t even love that I was interested in but my own suffering. I thought suffering kept things interesting. How funny that I called it love and the whole time it was pain.”
― Ada Limon, The Hurting Kind: Poems