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no one is fated to love anyone
the accidents happen, we’re not heroines
they happen in our lives like car accidents
books that change us, neighbourhoods
we move into & come to love.
- adrienne rich
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It’s what we looked for on long drives, it’s what we learned watching all those movies and shows and space documentaries. It’s what we saw in the mountains of a different country, it’s what we toast to with every single shot. It’s what we buried in the sand on an island we owned when the world paused. It’s what we sing at every show, it’s been the whisper in our arguments and the joy in our laughter. We found home but we will go and nothing will ever fill the spaces we leave in one another.
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You frustrated me and you wore me out, but because the human heart is not properly connected to the human brain, I love you.
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I Wanted To Write It For You
Someone has written it lightly in dark paint.
Did you come here to be with yourself?
Did you finish that day you couldn’t begin?
That’s not what was written but what I came to ask.
I wanted to live with you.
I wanted to know where you leave yourself
and who you live inside.
Someone has written it lightly in dark paint.
I wanted to call you, I wanted to hear
just you. Talking. To me.
Did you come here to be with yourself?
Did you finish that day you couldn’t begin?
That’s not what was written but what I came to ask.
I wanted to live with you.
I wanted to know where you leave yourself
and who you live inside.
Someone has written it lightly in dark paint.
I wanted to call you, I wanted to hear
just you. Talking. To me.
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I think I was going to say something to you about fear and how it’s fun once you get on the other side of it, something about balancing 35-40 feet in the air, but now I’m so far away from all those shitty feelings it almost seems like they never occurred in the first place. That happens every time, without fail. Because I’m still here. She’s still here. And I think I might be one of the lucky ones who can say that if I don’t fuck all that up completely, if I can keep my feet pressed to the wire even though I wobble like crazy, I might always be blessed with a harness.
- T. Cooper
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