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“Hey hey hey,” said Roman, “we don’t love with our teeth.”
― Brian McGreevy, Hemlock Grove

“poetry.
is the fire leaving my body.”
― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt

“if the ocean can calm itself so can you. we are both salt water mixed with air. – meditation”
― Nayyirah Waheed, salt.

“even the small poems mean something. they are often whales in the bodies of tiny fish.”
― Nayyirah Waheed, salt.

“The universe is unraveling. It still is. We won the day. We won the battle. We won whatever unit of measurement you care to say that we won. We returned to the dangerous equilibrium we had before, which we can only assume, or hope, or wish is better. But, of course, we did not stop the unraveling of the universe. The universe is not a thing that is, it is not a thing at all. It is the very action of its going. It is, in fact, its own dissolves and our lives – the entire span of human existence going back and back and, if we are lucky, forward and forward – the entire span is spent within this dissolve.

So look at the fleeting stars with fleeting eyes, and feel how the earth beneath you gives. It is all a temporary manifestation of particles, and it is all unraveling back to particulate silence. The bustle of the human day will come and will go. And then there will be night.

But how beautiful these moments within the dissolve! What a temporary perfection we can find within this passing world! Everything good ever done! Everything good that was done today, and all the good people doing it, and back and back and forward and forward, all of that beauty within a universe unraveling.

Be proud of your place in the cosmos. It is small, and yet it is. How unlikely! How fantastic! And stupid. And excellent”
― Joseph Fink

“She understood the world and her place in it. She understood nothing. The world and her place in it were nothing and she understood that.”
― Joseph Fink, Welcome to Night Vale

“Forever is composed of nows.”
― Emily Dickinson

“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”
― richard siken

“Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we'll never get used to it.”
― Richard Siken, Crush

“We have not touched the stars,
nor are we forgiven, which brings us back
to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes,
not from the absence of violence, but despite
the abundance of it.”
― Richard Siken, Crush

“howl at the moon
in public–
–make her
blush in private.”
― efb, ad int.

“you take all the words you want to say
and slip them beneath your tongue.

THIS IS NOT A GRAVEYARD.
you repeat this to yourself.”
― efb, ad int.

“you cried wolf,
so i came running.

QUESTION:
am i the wolf
or the savior?”
― efb, ad int.

“1. ignite.
2. kindle your flames.
3. rise from the ashes.
4. amend.
5. repeat.”
― efb, ad int.

“but you see, it is exhausting to feel so loudly.”
― efb, ad int.

“think back; when stars were young and your atoms scattered.”
― efb, ad int.

“i feel small; but so are stars from a distance.”
― efb, ad int.

“to cause constellations of victories to flash forth at each instant from the zenith of the centuries, to make the French Empire a pendant to the Roman Empire, to be the great nation and to give birth to the grand army, to conquer the world twice, by conquest and by dazzling, that is sublime; and what greater thing is there?’

‘To be free’, said Combeferre.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“The blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater because he is trying to kill you, and you deserve it, you do, and you know this, and you are ready to die in this swimming pool because you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this means your life is over anyway. You’re in eighth grade. You know these things. You know how to ride a dirt bike, and you know how to do long division, and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn't do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.”
― Richard Siken, Crush