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“Grief suffocated. Grief paralysed. Grief was a cruel, heavy boot pressed so hard against his chest that he could not breathe.”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel

“Love is not gentle,
like the dust of a room;
love is a thing that happens
in a room, and becomes dust.”
― Frank O'Hara

“oh oh god how I'd love to dream let alone
sleep
it's night
the soft air wraps me like a swarm it's raining
and I have
a cold I am a real human being with real ascendancies
and a certain amount of rapture what do you
do with a kid
like me if you don't eat me I'll have to eat myself”
― Frank O'Hara, Lunch Poems

“By you, I am forever undone.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing