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I remember my father, which is to say I am putting him back to-gether. I am putting him together in a room because there must have been a room. There must have been a square in which a life would occur, briefly, with or without joy.

In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Con nhớ mẹ không? | flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?
I miss you more than I remember you.

oh this one is going to hurt like a motherfucker

Everything good is always somewhere else

giving her another chance, i think i was way to young trying to read it back in high school

“You once told me that the human eye is god's loneliest creation.
How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesn't even know there's another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.”

“The mind is like an object that picks up dust. The object doesn't know, any more then the mind does, why what clings to it clings. But once whatever it is lights on you, it doesn't go away;”

“Of course, I must say that I don't think America is God's gift to anybody-if it is, God's days have got to be numbered. That God these people say they serve-and do serve, in ways that they don't know-has got a very nasty sense of humor. Like you'd beat the shit out of Him, if He was a man. Or: if you were.”

continuing at last

ne sudite knjigu po koricama, OKEJJJ???
pati mi se, tkd lets go

to be absent again from this world
and alive, again, in another,
for thirty years
sleepy and amazed,
rising out of the rough weeds,
listening and looking.
Beautiful girl,
where are you?

Dream House as Void

Dream House as Queer Villainy

"So bring on the queer villains, thd queer heroes, the queer sidekicks and secondary characters and protagonists and extras. They can be a complete cast unto themselves. Let them have agency, and then let them go."

"You pile up associations the way you pile up bricks. Memory itself is a form of architecture."- Louis Bourgeois

mislila san da san izgubila ovu ljepoticu, al sada smo reunited (shoutout tonka <3) i krecen ispocetka jer je to jedino sta zasluzuje.
mislin da su mi memoari medu top 3 knjizevne vrste, previse san uzbudena za citanje!!!

I'M DOING IT IDEGAF

I think, what love does to us is a Gordian knot, it's that
complicated.

I hug the dogs and their good luck, and put on their leashes. So dazzling she must be-

a plump dark lady wearing a gown of nails-white teeth tearing skin from the thick tree.

"Above the modest house and the palace—the same darkness.
Above the evil man and the just, the same stars.
Above the child who will recover and the child who will
not recover, the same energies roll forward,
from one tragedy to the next and from one foolishness to the next.

I bow down."

I went to China,
I went to Prague;
I died, and was born in the spring;
I found you, and loved you, again.

i would like to thank my sugar mama for making this happen #blessed

"I once heard a story about a girl who requested something so vile from her paramour ghag he told her family and they had her hauled off to a sanatorium. I don't know what deviant pleasure she asked for, though I desperately wish I did. What magical thing could you want to badly they take you away from the known world for wanting it?"
-The Husband Stitch

pissed as hell at mr bennet, why the hell does he never tell his wife when guests are coming to their house?? divorce babes

i'm finally doing it!!!

my fondness of this man has lasted for a mere 2 hours or so and i am glad to report that it is now over